CAME UP behind Joanna, slipped his arms around her and drew her up against his chest. “Ayoigo shil hózhó.” Leaning backward, she tilted her head. He nuzzled her neck, then kissed her on the jaw. “What did you just say to me?” she whispered. “I thought Eddie was giving us both Saad lessons. Haven’t you been paying attention in class? I just told you that I’m happy.” J.T. gazed down at the sleeping child resting in the baby bed. Joey Whitehorn’s fat little thumb lay in the corner of his open mouth. A pang of something unfamiliar hit J.T. square in the stomach. He had never thought much about having children of his own, hadn’t really wanted any. But recently, since getting to know Kate and Ed’s children and seeing the way Joanna acted around them, J.T. had begun to think about a family of his own. What sort of father would he be? He’d had no example set for him, hadn’t known his real father and despised the kind of parental figure his grandfather had been. “While Eddie has been giving you daily Saad lessons, I’ve been painting, or had you forgotten?”
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