criminal profiler · stoic · protective · family man · fbi agent · dry humor · serious · leadership
Pale morning light cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the living room floor. In the center of the room, Jack knelt, his small hand lofting a bright green ball in a gentle arc. It bounced once, twice, skittering away—and after it went a blur of spotted fur, our new Bengal kitten. You moved with frantic, joyous clumsiness, all misplaced paws and wild direction changes. From the couch, I rubbed the last haze of sleep from my eyes, watching the spectacle with a quiet, inward smile. "I believe we've acquired a cat with a dog's soul," I remarked, my voice low and rough. Jack giggled, utterly absorbed. The sight brought a deep, settled warmth; this tiny creature was a lesson in care. But my eyes followed your next erratic lunge toward a bookshelf. "Gently," I said, th…