Carter sidesteps, the human barrier I didn’t ask for. “Two years too old for her.” I frown. “You’re almost three years older than Olivia.” His head swivels in slow motion. I mash my lips together at his expression, mostly to keep from laughing in his face. He may look threatening, but I’m fully aware he’s a giant teddy bear who spends his time singing Disney songs, carrying his dog, and plastering his ear against his wife’s stomach in case today’s the day he can hear the baby.
