get socks, I imagine,â Tess said with a smile.
âCan she get them on by herself?â
âIâll have to help her. The sock drawerâs too high for her to reach.â
âYouâre busy,â Stony said, rising from the sofa. âIâll do it.â
Tess arched a disbelieving brow. âYou donât like kids,â she reminded him.
âYeah, well, Iâd like it even less if she got sick. Besides, Iâm hungry, and youâre putting supper on the table.â He winked, a charming gesture that made her heart flutter. âI think I can handle it.â
It was impossible not to smile back at him. âBe my guest,â she said.
Stony didnât hurry down the hall because he knew Rose would be there waiting for him. He hadnât counted on the little girlâs resourcefulness. She had pulled out the bottom drawer of the chest and was standing on it in order to reach the top drawer of the chest, which she had managed to open. The whole chest was in danger of tipping over onto her.
âRose!â he said, his voice harsh with fear.
She leaned back, startled. Her weight, added to thatof the open drawers, was all it took for the chest to begin its tumble.
He snatched her off her precarious perch and caught the falling chest with his hip. He grunted in pain as everything on top came thumping down onto the braided rug.
âWhatâs going on in there?â Tess called from the kitchen. âIs everything all right?â
âEverythingâs fine,â Stony called. âHunky dory,â he muttered under his breath. He clutched Rose tight while he gave his adrenaline-laced heart a chance to slow down. His hip throbbed where the chest had caught on the bone. He leaned his weight back to force the chest upright.
âWhatâs hunk-dory?â Rose asked, apparently oblivious to the danger she had been in.
âIt means you nearly got killed, but you didnât,â Stony retorted as he shoved in the bottom drawer of the chest with his bare foot. He shifted her onto his arm so he could look her in the eye. âYou shouldâve asked for help. You couldâve been hurt.â
âI was getting socks,â she said in a small voice, âlike you said.â
Which made the whole thing his fault, he supposed. It surprised him to realize he cared enough about her to be worried that something might happen when he wasnât around to keep an eye on her.
She pointed to the mess on the floor. âEverything fell down,â she said, her chin trembling.
âYeah, well, nothingâs broken,â he said gruffly. âWe can put it all back again.â He knew he was an idiot to be trying to placate a three-year-old, but therewasnât anyone around to catch him at it, so he could do as he pleased.
She wriggled, her sign to be let down, picked up a pewter bookend and handed it to him. âHere,â she said. âI can help put it all back.â
They worked together over the next several minutes. He picked Rose up at her insistence so she could rearrange everything to her liking on top of the chest. By the time they were done, she was smiling again. Seeing that smile made him feel ten feet tall. It was ridiculous to let her under his skin. Especially when she wasnât going to be hanging around very long. But he didnât call Tess to come get her kid. Hell, he was enjoying himself.
âYou still need socks, young lady,â he said, folding his free hand around her ice cold toes.
She giggled. âCan you do piggies?â
âDo what?â
âYou know. Piggies.â
He was afraid he did know. It sounded like fun. But he wasnât going to let her make a substitute father out of him. âYou need socks,â he repeated.
He opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of pink socks.
âNot those,â she said firmly.
âWhatâs wrong with these?â
âI want the ones with