She wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to protest, and say she was too heavy. I wasn't hearing any of it and marched out of the house and across the garden. I kept stopping and stealing kisses as we made our way, causing her to laugh. Jake must have seen us coming as he was standing at the open back door almost vibrating.
“Jimmy Choos...” he said, almost salivating. “You are wearing Jimmy Choos!”
“Care to speak English?” Bella asked, her cheeks still flushed from our walk across from the garden house.
“The shoes. Oh my God, Baby Girl,” he said, holding up her foot and smelling the shoe.
“Jake,” she said, gasping at him. “Get your nose away from my feet!”
“And your skirt... It's Dior, isn't it?” he said, rubbing his hand along the skirt.
“Jake,” she protested.
“Quit manhandling my wife,” I growled playfully at Jake. I wasn't threatened at all by him but still, having a man feeling up your wife while she's in your arms is just weird.
“Jacob,” Charlie said from behind him. “Quit manhandling my daughter or your Liza Minnelli CDs will become target practice!”
“Yes, Sir,” Jake said, turning to face Charlie and giving him a mock salute.
I let Bella down and held her to me.
“Don't you think my daughter can walk?” Charlie growled at me.
“I know she can, Sir,” I said, swallowing thickly. “The grass was wet and did you see the shoes my sister put her in?”
“Daddy!” Bella said, giving him a hug.
