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He gave a small smile. “Yeah, well, I’ve wanted my dad to find a woman for a long time.”
“But…” I prodded.
“But I didn’t expect it to be you.”
My cheeks flared with heat, and I spun on my heel and headed for the fridge. I got that a lot. From more than just him because… me? I was justlittleMelly Harwood. No one expected anything from me except, well, nothing. “I’m getting a drink. Want one?”
“Sure.”
He followed and I pulled open the door. “Root beer, apple juice, iced tea, and um… water. Or milk, sorry. I never remember to offer it because I don’t drink it, only put it in my cereal.”
“Root beer’s good,” he replied.
I pulled a bottle from the shelf and passed it to him.
“Mal?” I called.
“No thanks,” she said. She hadn’t moved from her spot on the floor.
“Did you talk with him before he left?” I asked. The idea of them fighting and being mad at each other made me sad. I’d gotten between them. “Your dad?”
He took a pull of the root beer. “Nah. Aren’t you mad at him, too?”
I frowned. “For what?”
“For leaving.”
I shook my head. “I knew he was leaving, that it was short lived, so it’s not like he surprised me with it.”
“Youwanted a fling?” he asked, as if the idea was too crazy to comprehend.
Grabbing a root beer of my own, I shut the fridge.
“Despite what you might think, little Melly Harwood’s not that much of a good girl,” Mallory told Danny.
He grimaced. “You just seemed–”
I nodded. “I know. I know what I seem to be.”
“She fools everyone.”
I looked down at Mallory and glared.
“Then why didn’t you want a fling with me?” Danny asked. “I mean, mydad?”
I gave him a small smile. “You know for a fact that there is nothing here.” I waggled my finger back and forth between us, ignoring the part about Daniel.
“I thought you were a–” He cleared his throat because he thought I had been a virgin and clearly hadn’t wanted to be with one.
“And you wanted someone who wasn’t?”
It was his turn to blush. His gaze shifted to Mallory for a second, then glanced away. Looking at him, I could see the similarities between him and his father. Not in size, but in looks and mannerisms.
But Danny didn’t growl. Or storm into my house. He had a soft voice and knocked.
It seemed I wanted a guy who did neither.
“If you were really interested in me, it wouldn’t have mattered,” I told him gently. “And if I was really interested in you, I’d have let you change that status.”
