"Eve saw Summerset shift and—anticipating—was quick and cowardly. She sidestepped, hip-bumped Roarke, leaving him in the line of fire.
She loved her man, would unquestionably risk her life for his. But when it came to babies, he could sink. She was swimming.
His arms came out instinctively, as a man’s might when something fragile or potentially explosive was about to be dropped into them. “I don’t…I should…Oh, well then,” he muttered as Summerset deftly made the transfer."
Their awkwardness always makes me laugh.