Her voice sounded as if it still carried the mist from the bathroom, soft and dripping, "And over here."
When the hair was about seventy percent dry, Arnold turned off the blow dryer in his hand.
The surroundings seemed to become quiet in an instant.
Hannah looked up, and a dragonfly-skimming kiss landed on the man's chin, "Thank you, Mr. Simmons, you're so kind."
She intended to run away after the kiss, but before she could get up, she was pulled back into the man's embrace.
Meeting the man's gaze, Hannah had an innocent and pure expression, batting her eyes, "Does Mr. Simmons need anything else?"
Arnold caught one of her small hands, held it in his palm, and gently pinched it as he brought up the matter from earlier in the day, "What brought you to me all of a sudden today?"
He looked at the small girl in his arms, her porcelain white cheeks flushed red, his eyes deep with a scorching warmth.
