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It felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I realized how much I missed being her father. I had always been a tough man, and I guessed being a businessman who constantly had to make tough decisions made me forget that it was an entirely different ballgame than being a father.
She broke the hug, her eyes downcast in a shy manner. "Why did you send me the name anyway? Why the abrupt change of heart?"
Yes, that. The second reason I was here.
I leaned back against the soft sofa, letting out a sigh. What I feared the most was happening. For real, this time.
"A man named Aaron Pegg came to see me at the office today,” I said.
All I needed to confirm my suspicions was how still she went next to me.
I was right. That fucker had somehow managed to bewitch my sweet girl.
I watched in annoyance as she fiddled with her fingers, clearly avoiding my gaze. Maybe I shouldn't have grilled her too hard, but given past experiences, it was probably best to do just that.
You know, get to the bottom of things and make sure this wasn't history repeating itself.
"Felicity,” I pressed.
She sighed, stilling her fingers. "Was he the one who convinced you to help me?"
"Yes and no."
Her eyes narrowed at me. "What do you mean?"
"Well, first of all, he helped me see how much of a shitty father I've been, and I guess I owe him for that." It physically hurt to say that. "But he also said some other things I didn't like."
Fear. That was what shone in her eyes. I frowned. Why would she be scared?
"Things…like what?" she drew out wearily.
I decided to try a different approach. "How do you feel about him?"
She shook her head like she was fighting some type of internal battle. "I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway."
"Why not?"
"Because he probably hates me."
The words evoked so much pain, and I wondered if she knew she was in love with him.
"Why would you think that?" I asked.
"Why are we talking about this?" she huffed, falling back against the sofa, folding her arms over her chest, and staring up at the ceiling.
"He's important to you, isn't he? I can tell." And if the look in his eyes earlier was anything to go by, she was important to him, too.
Ah. I smiled wryly. Young love was such a fucking pain in the ass.
“He is,” she admitted lowly. “But there's no going back now. I already told him nothing could happen between us, after which he called me a coward and stormed away."
Hmm. Interesting.
But I'd break his face if he called my daughter names again.
"And are you?" I urged.
Her head turned to look at me with a frown. "Am I what?"
