Page 222 of Safe With You
Oh, he was annoying.
I turned away before I gave him another one.
“Miss Luna.”
I looked down.
Mila was standing beside me.
“What are you doing over here?”
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Where’s your daddy?”
She pointed.
Ellis was photographing the next reader.
“Auntie said she would take me, but she’s talking.”
I glanced toward Tasha.
She was, in fact, talking.
To Naomi.
Of course she was.
They were standing near the back of the bookstore, and whatever Naomi said made Tasha laugh before leaning closer to answer her.
Well.
Interesting.
“Miss Luna?”
I looked back down at Mila.
“Sorry. Come on.”
I held out my hand, and hers slipped into mine.
We made it halfway toward the back before Ellis noticed us.
His camera lowered.
I pointed toward the hallway and mouthed, Bathroom.
He looked at Mila, then back at me.
A nod.
That was it.
No question about where I was taking her. No stopping what he was doing to come over. No checking to make sure I could handle something as simple as walking his six-year-old to the bathroom.
He trusted me with her.
