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“That could be it.”
They stared at each other, and he took a step forward, but Zoey ran into the kitchen.
“Hi, Alex,” she said as she pushed a chair out from the table.
“Hey, Zoey. Are you hungry? I can make pancakes.”
“I love pancakes, don’t I, Mama?”
“Yes. You get more syrup on you than on the pancakes.”
Alex grinned when Zoey giggled.
“I’ll get right on those for you,” Alex said.
“’Kay. I’m hungry.” Zoey smiled at him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Alex made the pancakes while Dylan and Zoey sat at the table, talking. He grinned anytime he heard Zoey giggle. The little girl was adorable and the image of her mother with her red hair and blue eyes.
He carried a plate of pancakes to the table, along with a bottle of syrup, then returned to the fridge to get the butter. He sat across the table from them, and watched Zoey try to pour syrup on her pancakes, but she missed the plate, and it went on the table.
“Zoey, please be careful, baby. We’re guests here.”
“Sorry, Mama.” Zoey looked at Alex. “I’m sorry, Alex,” she whispered.
“It’s fine. It will wipe up. No damage is done, Zoey.” Alex winked, making Zoey grin.
“Thank you for that,” Dylan said.
Alex frowned. “No need to thank me. It’s just syrup. It’s not like she meant to do it.”
“Travis would have yelled at her. He always did. She feared him.”
Alex clenched his jaw and shook his head. “She’s a child.”
“I know. It didn’t matter to him. For the first eighteen months of her life, he never wanted to be a father to her and now since he’s been cut from her life, he suddenly wants back in, and that will not happen if I have anything to say about it.”
“Why is he out?”
“I was told good behavior, but my attorney told me it was due to overcrowding. I wish he’d never gotten out.”
“I’m sure. Does she know about him?”
“She asked me where he was.” Dylan shrugged. “I told her he was away and wouldn’t be around to see her. At her age, it didn’t bother her. You can’t miss what you never had. If she has any memories of him, they can’t be good.”
“True. I’d like to punch him just for the hell of it.”
“He got a lengthy sentence, but he was out in less than two years. Unreal.”
“It sure is. I’ll keep an eye out for him.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Dylan cut into her pancake, put a piece in her mouth and moaned. “You can make breakfast for me anytime.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.” He gazed into her eyes.
Dylan smiled at him. “Me either.”
