All right, that was the sweetest thing he'd seen in awhile. Becky didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. He nodded and back away a bit so she could come out of the room. "You've a magic touch," he told her. "I thought she was going to protest all night long and make every excuse she could to stay up later. She's quite taken with you."
He surrendered Amy to her mother, then closed the door the rest of the way softly. The dark didn't bother her, and he liked to hear her when she got up at night. The door opening usually did that. "Anything I can do to help?" he offered. "Since you put mine to bed. It's the least I can do."