His height might have intimidated if she hadn’t gotten accustomed to Miguel’s tall stance. She’d met this man once before and found it easy to relax under his caring persona and kindly manners. With one hand, she supported her front-carrier where Carrie-Anne lay fast asleep cuddled toward her, and the other she reached out for him to shake. “Philip, how are you? Thanks so much for making time to see me today.” He leaned over to peek under the covering blanket. “She’s a beauty, your little replica,” he said, pointing to the sleeping baby whose long dark eyelashes shadowed her pink baby cheeks. “Everyone says she looks like me, but she does have her father’s gray eyes, they both do.” Sheri fondly stroked the sleeping baby’s head and brushed at the slight golden wisps of new growth. “Please sit.” He pointed towards the chair in front of his desk and waited until she’d settled.
