Returning to the kitchen, he found that the small, circular table in the nook had been set. His daughter was currently seated at one of the place settings and, miracle of miracles, she remained still. Well, still for Ginny, he mentally amended. “Daddy!” Her small face lit up when she saw him. “Now can we start?” she asked not him, the way he would have expected, but the woman setting out three small, perfect, golden-crusted potpies. No doubt prepared from scratch, they still had heat, not to mention tempting aroma, wafting from them. “Well, that was a first,” Stone murmured, sitting down on one side of his daughter. “You don’t take showers?” Danni asked. “I don’t take showers in other people’s homes,” he specified. “Especially not other people’s homes that I’m working on.” After she finished putting out what she and Ginny had made for this rather late lunch, Danni sat down on the other side of Ginny—which also happened to be right next to Stone.
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