“I’d rather die!” Elizabeth bit out vehemently as her grip tightened around the edge of the bathroom counter.
Thankful that she was ticklish like her mother, Jason simply shifted his hand so that his fingertips were near the side of his little girl’s stomach and-
“Oh, my God, no!” Elizabeth gasped around a bout of laughter as she released her hold on the counter so that she could stop his tickling assault.
Once she was free, he simply picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Ignoring her sputtered demands that he put her down so that she could live out the rest of her life in seclusion, he headed for the front door.