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Romans started practicing it, too.” Shea prattled on, staring up at the sky as she spoke.

    Fiona tried to hold the smile from her face; she was always amused when Shea went off on these long tangents. Shea devoured nonfiction like it was candy, soaking up knowledge about things most kids would have no interest in. Fiona had tried in the past to give her some fiction to read, but like a lot of children with autism, Shea got bored quickly and would struggle with the emotional aspect of stories. “Did he teach you this?”
    “Yes, he’s going to get me a book about mixed martial arts next, so I can read more. Did you know that…” Shea rambled on about some obscure fact she’d just learned as Fiona looked up at the man in front of her.
    There was an unmistakable pride in the way he watched Shea. As if he had never taught a child something before and it was as exciting for him to teach her as it had been for her to learn.
    “Well, thank you, Kieran. That was very nice of you.” She found herself softening as she decided something about his expression seemed trustworthy. “Do you work here?”
    “Yeah, doing some tutoring.” He looked away for a moment. Nora had mentioned that a few new people had started here recently. She was hoping that more of them looked like the strong, handsome man in front of her rather than the creepy janitor who was probably the infamous ex-con Nora had told her about.

    “I should get her home; it’s almost dinnertime,” Fiona finally said, finding herself searching for an excuse to stay and talk longer but unable to come up with one.
    “Do we have the chicken nuggets for dinner?” Shea tucked her book under her arm and walked toward the center. “It’s time to go home.” She pushed her earmuffs onto her ears, excluding the world around her.
    “Yes, wait for me, Shea.” Fiona called after her pointlessly, but she saw Nora wave to her and usher the little girl into the building, so she knew she was taken care of for a few minutes. She noticed Nora was careful not to touch Shea, which she really appreciated, since Shea didn’t like to be touched by almost anyone. She barely let Fiona hug her before she’d shimmy away.
    “Right, well, um, thank you for helping Shea. Again. That was very kind.” Fiona fumbled over her words, wondering why her feet seemed glued to the ground.
    He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at her with a slightly crooked smile. “That had to be hard for you to say.”
    “What? Why would you say that?” She frowned. Now that she felt a bit more comfortable with Kieran, she was once again noticing how handsome and masculine he was. His short brown hair and perfect blue eyes stirred her insides in a way she’d long since forgotten was possible. She knew she was tall, but he still towered over her, with his thick, broad shoulders and bulging pecs and biceps. He was just a lot of everything, a lot of…Fiona bit her lip, refusing to continue down that line of thinking.
    He shrugged. “Because you don’t like me very much, and you didn’t seem too keen with me being around Shea.”

    Fiona’s cheeks flamed with heat as she realized she’d probably come off kind of bitchy before. “I didn’t say that. I was caught off guard, didn’t know who you were. Shea doesn’t take well to others and sometimes realizes that too late.”
    “Hey, I get it. She’s your daughter, and she has special needs. It’s totally understandable why you’re protective of her. She’s too sweet and perfect to let anything happen to her.”
    Fiona cocked her head to the side and nibbled her lip. He was right, of course; she wanted to throw a security blanket over Shea and never let anyone dangerous near her. She didn’t really know anything about Kieran, but when he spoke of Shea, his face held a softness that she recognized as true affection.
    Shea had that effect on people, always had.
    “Shea is actually not my daughter. She’s my little sister. I took