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Instead of answering, Irwin calmly picked Connie up out of her chair, using just the muscles of his shoulders and arms, and deposited her on his lap. “Sure you are.”
Connie made a little groaning sound and bit her lower lip. “God. I know it’s not PC, but I’ve got to say, I am into it when you get all caveman on me, Pounder.”
“I know.” Irwin kissed the tip of her nose and turned to me. “So, Harry. What brings you to Norman?”
“I was passing through,” I said easily. “Your dad asked me to look in on you.”
“Just casually,” Irwin said, his dark eyes probing. “Because he’s such a casual guy.”
“Something like that,” I said. “Not that I mind seeing you,” Irwin said, “but in case you missed it, I’m all grown-up now. I don’t need a babysitter. Even a cool, expensive one.” “If you did, my rates are very reasonable,” Connie said. “We’ll talk,” Irwin replied, sliding his arms around her waist. The girl wasn’t exactly a junior petite, but she looked tiny on Irwin’s scale. She hopped up and said, “I’m going to go make sure there isn’t barbecue sauce on my nose, and then we can take the picture. Okay?”


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