Kaden was still in the house with her, seated on the sofa with his head in his hands while Dagny busied herself at her play table, happily trying to hammer a square block into a star-shaped hole. Justin crouched down beside her, and she grinned before extending the block. Justin dropped it through the proper hole, and she blinked at him in solemn awe before picking up the block and examining it as though she were trying to determine why it had behaved differently in his hands. Justin kissed her on the top of the head and stood. Kaden still hadn’t moved. Justin sat on the edge of the coffee table. “Do you have something you want to say?” Kaden looked up at him, his face pale. “God, Justin, I’m so . . .” Kaden rubbed the back of his neck, a mannerism he’d picked up from Justin. “I know ‘sorry’ sounds so lame. I almost let your kid get eaten by an alligator.” “I’m not angry at you, Kaden,” Justin said, and Kaden’s head jerked toward him in surprise. “I thought the porch was safe!
