Sophie's father was a big man, thick shoulders, thick arms and a broad face marked by a lifetime of laughter and worry. She'd inherited her black hair from him, but her darker skin and eyes from her mother. Everything about her father was buttoned down, from his ties to his slacks to his sensible work shoes that dated back to his days on the force. He also radiated cop. Even now that laser stare had taken in everything about Sophie, particularly Pietr whose hand on her back burned through the shirt and branded her flesh. Shooting Pietr a warning glance, Sophie darted up the stairs to be swept up into a bullish hug. Her father let her kiss his cheek, his gaze sweeping her from head to toe, before he gave Pietr another long look. “Daddy this is Pietr Sauvage, Pietr, this is my father…” “Jonas Kingston.” Her father interrupted, holding out a hand to Pietr. “You're new.” “Yes, sir.” Pietr shook her father's hand, seemingly unperturbed by her father's gruff manner.
