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“Explain how you decided on shit.”
“Why aren’t you asking Armor questions? He’s building a house next year, too.”
“I like you better.”
Nomad smirks. “Well, that I get.”
“I also figured I’d practice holding a baby while I was here.”
Losing his grin, Nomad grumbles, “Practice on Armor’s kid.”
“When anyone wants to hold Gavin, Yazmin looks like she might cry. Your lady seems tougher.”
Woodrow chuckles. “So much flattery.”
“Works on my woman,” I explain and shrug. “I’m trying it on other people.”
“Smart,” Woodrow replies and gestures for us to get inside as the wind picks up.
Nomad sighs as he blocks my way. “Don’t you have nieces and nephews?”
“You know I do.”
“Didn’t you practice on them?”
“I held them and stuff, but I wasn’t taking notes or anything. And that was years ago. I need a refresher course, and you have that new baby.”
“Brigitte’s six months.”
“Does she still slobber and shit herself?”
“Every damn day.”
“Then, she’s perfect.”
His pale blue eyes size me up before he shrugs. “You can ask Landry, but she’s going to tell you no.”
Inside the kitchen, I find Landry surrounded by the two blond kids who grew bored of laughing at the window. Beckett and Brooklyn stop dancing around her legs and run over to ask Nomad to carry them.
“I’m tired,” says the little girl.
Her little brother insists, “Me more.”
Landry grins at Nomad’s loud sigh. I slide around his drama and admire the baby in her mama’s arms. I know the kid isn’t technically Nomad’s. Landry was knocked up when he made his move by killing her abusive man. Even realizing how Nomad’s jizz didn’t make this kid, I still think Brigitte looks like him. It’s probably her scowl.
“Can I practice on your baby?” I ask Landry after exchanging chitchat.
Landry looks at Nomad who works his biceps by lifting and lowering the three- and four-year-old.
Her man shrugs. “He won’t drop her.”
“I didn’t think you would,” Landry tells me. “I’m just unsure if you’re weird or anything.”
“Why would I be weird?”
“I don’t know you. This is the first time we’ve had a conversation.”
“Oh, well, I’m shy.”
