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through him. She didn’t seem to notice his reaction as she asked Noah, “Have you ever walked across the Golden Gate Bridge? We could even ride bikes.”
    “Noah’s still got his training wheels,” Matt cautioned as Cookie barreled through the swing doors to remove their empty plates.
    “That was delicious, Cookie. Thank you.”
    The matronly woman’s lined face creased in an answering smile. She’d been with them since Noah was born. “You are welcome, miss. We have ice cream for dessert.”
    “Yes!” Noah enthused in his little-boy voice.
    Ari laughed and Matt joined her, her humor infectious. She was like a fever heating up beneath his skin.
    “I will be right back.” Cookie marched out in her soft-soled shoes. Noah jumped up with his usual enthusiasm and, almost on Cookie’s heels, ran into the kitchen to help.
    “Does she live in too?”
    “She’s got a huge family, and her husband wouldn’t hear of it.” He didn’t have a maid staff either, just a cleaning company that came in once a week. Which meant it would be just the three of them. All alone. With only Noah’s bedroom between his and Ari’s.
    Every cell inside Matt burned hotter.
    “It might be fun if Noah met my friend’s little boy sometime. They could play together. Is that okay with you?”
    He glanced at the swing door, the sound of Noah’s laughter seeping through the crack. “I should explain a bit about Noah. He’s shy around new kids. He’s a cerebral boy, likes books and building Legos.”
    “I loved books when I was a kid. I still do. That’s a good thing.”
    “I loved them too.” Books had saved him in a lot of ways. But his bookwormish ways had also left him prey to other kids, and to his father. As a kid, Matt had been belittled for his brainiac ways. It was one of his worst fears that the same thing would happen to his son. “Not all kids understand that.”
    “Jorge’s a great reader. They’ll have a lot in common.”
    “Yes, but—”
    She put her hand on his, as easily as she had when she’d reassured him about the elephant seals. It had the same effect, like a charge shooting through him, lighting up his body. But this was about Noah.
    “Did something happen that has you worried?”
    Matt had always been careful to hold his cards close to his chest when it came to personal information. But maybe telling Ari about the incident would help her appreciate why he was so intent on protecting Noah.
    “It was in preschool last year.” He’d just lost another nanny, and he’d picked up Noah that day. “I thought at first he was reading in the classroom with the other kid since they both had their hands on a book.” He’d hung back out of sight, glad that Noah was making friends. Then, in barely a blink of his eyes, it turned ugly. “The kid slapped the book out of Noah’s hands, making fun of the story he was reading.”
    He almost shuddered, remembering the kid’s words. Only sissies read books like that. And he’d heard his father’s voice. Only little weenies keep their noses buried in books.
    “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry for Noah.” Ari’s hand was still on his, helping to keep him in the present.
    “The worst was the kid’s mom. None of them saw that I was there yet, and Noah”—he had to smile at the memory—“told her that her kid was really mean.” Then he imitated Noah’s big-boy voice. “ And that’s not right .”
    “Yay for Noah. But how did the mom react?”
    “She had the gall to say that if he hadn’t been reading a book meant for girls, it wouldn’t have happened. That was when I finally stepped into the room and she realized I’d seen and heard it all.” He’d wanted to charge in and shake the woman like she was a rag doll, until all her stuffing fell out. It had taken all his control not to yell at her and her rotten little kid. Not to be like his father. Because he never yelled in front of Noah. “I told her I needed a private word with her. And then I made