Page 93 of Fierce-Jax

She put her hand out so he shook it. “This is Mommy’s friend, Jax. He cooks the best pancakes ever for breakfast.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “Time to go, Gianna.”

He’d have to let Dillion know her daughter was gabbing information again.

He didn’t care all that much. Not even the once over the woman gave him with a wide grin.

“Can you carry me to the car?” Gianna asked.

“If you want me to,” he said. “Did you get tired out at school today?”

“No,” Gianna said. “I just like it when you hold me. I like being up high like this. It’s higher than when Grandpa does it.”

He laughed. “Remember, you’re not supposed to say that to your grandfather.”

“Mommy told me,” Gianna said, giggling. “I’m hungry. Can we get some food?”

“Your mother has some snacks for you at her office. We are going back there until she’s done.”

“Are you staying too?” Gianna asked.

“No,” he said. “I’ve got to go back to work, but I’ll only be a few floors above you.”

“Can I see where you work?” Gianna asked.

He supposed there was no reason she couldn’t. Might as well pull the tape off the mouth fast.

“If you want to,” he said.

He put her in the booster seat in the back, drove the ten minutes back to his office with Gianna chattering about her day in the back and him nodding his head and answering everything she asked.

He couldn’t even remember half of it, but it was keeping Gianna entertained.

“I’ve been to Mommy’s office before,” Gianna said. “It’s not fun. Is it fun in your office?”

“I’m sure you’re not going to think so,” he said. “But maybe we can find you something fun to do while you wait for your mother.”

He’d pop his head into Tori’s office to see if she had anything to give him.

The programs she oversaw dealt with kids so there were coloring books and learning tools or toys she might be able to hand off.

He parked Dillion’s car, got Gianna out of the back, held her hand, and walked into the building.

He passed a few of his employees leaving, which he figured could happen with them coming in and out and doing services in the community.

A few heads swiveled as they waved to him. It was probably a good thing he was bringing her to his office first anyway.

“I don’t like the elevator,” Gianna said. “Can you hold me?”

He picked her up while they waited and then he stepped in, hit the button to his floor, and waited to get to the top.

When the doors opened there, he put her down and she ran in front of him. Karina at the front desk had the same reaction as the employees he’d passed.

Jaw open, eyes wide. “Hey, Jax. Who do we have here?”

“I’m Gianna. What’s your name?”

“Karina,” his employee said. “You’re very pretty.”

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