A wicked grin curved his mouth. Fletcher's car doorslammed. Stop it!Stop it! Mitch banged his fists down on the table and leaned across it. Surprise? Vulnerability? Wariness? Why wouldn't I? She's my daughter.
He rubbed a hand up and down her back, up into thefine hair at the base of her skull. Th be everything toeveryone. Diplomacy. He didn't want them to know that pain, and truth to tell, he didn't wantit reawakened within himself.
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