“Put your hands down... that’s lame.” She nods at my raised palms, sounding stroppier than scared, and I admire her ability to recover quickly. I guess it’s all part of how she got through life. She’s a survivor. Our little angel is a fighter, and I can almost bet there’s a fire in there somewhere.

“I guess it is. You just looked like you might want to take a low blow at my family jewels for a second.” I lower them, still moving back, and grin at how beautiful she is ...