But reality came in the form of the most adorable two-year-old, and I couldn’t be mad when she called out for both me and her dad.
His eyes were smiling when he sucked his fingers clean. “Delicious,” he said before he moved away from me and further into the apartment. I watched him.
Just as he got to the end of the hall, leading to the living room where I assumed Elodie was, he turned his head and looked at me.
I didn’t understand what that look on his face meant, but my heart was beating about two million miles an hour.
“Coming?” he asked.
I straightened, getting out of my thoughts. “Yeah,” I answered, my voice gruff.
He waited for me to catch up, then wrapped his arms around me, holding me close before leading us out of the dark hallway.