He laughed at her words, “we agree on this. The last thing I ever want is my nine-year old daughter seeing me naked.” The sound of Hadlee singing loudly in the other room made them both look up. She had put headphones on, and they both snickered at her typical childish behavior.
His knuckles caught her attention again and she frowned, “how exactly did you do this?”
“I scraped them.”
“How?”
“My knuckle dusters slipped,” he shrugged.
“Liev,” she blinked at his words, “who did you hit now?”
“A pedophile. Eric can go to New York. I have removed the barrier for him.”
“Liev,” she whispered quietly. “No. You didn’t.”
“I did. I had a conversation with Eric’s stepfather. He admitted he not only touched her the night Eric caught him, but he’s been touching her since she was seven. He express
