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He knew it, too, if the look on his face was any indication.
Sticking my tongue out at him in defiance, I punched him in the ass just as the door opened and a very pretty woman with mid back length blonde hair opened the door.
She also had the cutest little toddler on her hip that I’d ever seen.
“Woki!” The kid bellowed and launched herself at Loki’s empty arms.
She was cute. I mean really cute. And with Loki holding her in his arms like she was a precious angel, it was exponentially cuter.
“Hi, Blaise. How are you doing today?” Loki asked.
There was no baby talk in his question, which surprised me. Wasn’t it just a natural thing to do to talk to them like they were children, and not adults? Loki spoke to her like she was an adult, but Blaise loved it. She grabbed onto his face and pressed her lips to his scruffy cheek.
“Okay,” she said in the cutest, little voice I’d ever heard.
I wasn’t a big fan of kids. I only had experience with kids that weren’t mine or family. I’d heard that once I had my own kids, my outlook on kids would change, but I hadn’t met a child I’d liked yet.
Until this one.
“That’s my daughter, Blaise,” the blonde said. “I’m Baylee.”
She held out her hand to me, and I automatically offered the hurt one to her out of habit.
“Oh, is this the famous hand that got sliced while you and Loki were doing some BDSM sex play?”She asked with a mischievous tone to her voice.
I looked at her like she was crazy. “No, I cut it on Loki’s badge. Hurt like a mother, too.”
Baylee smiled a secret smile at Loki, then opened the door wider. “Come in.”
Loki entered first, cutting off my questioning about what that smile was about after the knife-play question, and I followed.
He led us into a huge, open room.
I’m talking massive. The ceilings had to be a good fifteen feet high, with large brown beams lining the peaks of the ceiling.
In fact, it was so big that the room had three ceiling fans set on a long pole that spanned the width of the room.
It was decorated in a rustic way with distressed furniture, a large brown leather sectional, and a massive plasma screen TV on the wall.
There were no cords or anything, and I absently wondered how they hid them.
“Hi, Channing,” a deep male voice said from directly in front of me.
I jumped and turned my head from the study of the cordless television to the tall man standing in front of me.
He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him.
“Hello,” I said softly.
Big men had always intimidated me, but he was about the exact same size as the pseudo police officer who’d attacked me.
His build was stocky, and he had muscles that bulged with just the tiniest exertions.
His hair was brown, and his eyes were honey brown in color.
Luckily, his eyes were warm and friendly.
His smile showed me that he was genuinely happy to see me, and I instantly relaxed.
