He spun from the counter, got down into a crouch, met Keira at her level. Zoe watched as her daughter stopped, then twisted her diapered butt into a seated position. Keira surveyed Scars solemnly for a few seconds, and he just looked right on back at her, his blue eyes warm and bright and so gentle. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to touch her; he just let her sit near him, taking him in fully.
Zoe held her breath, suddenly wondering what the baby was seeing: did she notice the long, white scars? The shaggy dark hair falling over his forehead? His eyes as blue as an ocean? His firm, full lips, now raised in a half-grin? His huge upper body, his broad shoulders ripping with muscle, his massive hands resting on bulging thighs?
She’d never know what Keira saw in those few seconds, of co
