Mia and my laughter seems to have broken some of the tension between Neil and me. He still seems a bit off, like he’s distracted and maybe uncomfortable, but he’s not as angry anymore. That feels like a win.
He passes Mia back to me. I finish toweling her off, then set her down on the changing table to put a diaper onto her.
Neil goes to the sink and turns on the water.
I finish changing Mia before I look at him. When I do, my eyes nearly bug out of my head.
Neil has stripped off his shirt and is dabbing at his abdomen with a damp washcloth. His shirt is in the garbage can.
He’s not as muscled as Archer, but he’s still tall and gorgeous, like a Greek god or something. This man could have been chiseled from marble, and no one would even think twice about it.
Politely, I force my gaze
