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“Why would I watch the woman you hooked up with?”
He runs a hand through his hair and I’m mesmerized as the muscles in his shoulder bunch with the movement. My fingers itch to get my hands on those muscles, that naked skin.
Patience, Love!You can’t make a pass at the man you hope will be your new boss. At least. Not until you secure the job. I tighten my hold on my purse to stop my hands from wandering where they want to.
“Look,” Damon begins. “I think there’s been a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I interrupt before he sends me away. “The ad on the job board clearly said to show up here between ten and noon for an interview as your assistant. I’m here to interview for the position.”
“There is no assistant position.”
Damn. The assistant position appeared to be the perfect opportunity. I don’t want to leave my hometown of Winter Falls. Correction. I refuse to leave Winter Falls. I can’t. But – without a job – I’m going to be forced to move.
I could get a job here in White Bridge, but I don’t know how I’d manage the daily thirty-minute commute without a car. And there’s no money for a new car. As it is, I borrowed one of the town’s vehicles to come to this interview today.
I’m not ready to give up yet, though. “Why did you put the ad online if there’s no position available?”
His hand lifts and I glance away before I get sucked in by those flexing muscles again. My gaze lands on a dollhouse. A dollhouse? Strange. Does he make dollhouses for a living?
Someone giggles before a door flies open and a little girl runs out. “Daddy! Daddy!” she shouts as she runs toward Damon.
Holy bananas! Damon Bragg has a child? No one in Winter Falls said anything about him having a child. And, trust me, the people of Winter Falls would know. They’re the biggest snoops on the entire planet.
They think they know everything. They don’t. They get things wrong sometimes. You won’t hear them admitting to it, though.
The little girl comes to a halt next to Damon. He places a protective hand on her shoulder and my stomach clenches as memories of my dad flood me. He was the only person in the world who ever protected me. He’s been gone for nearly two decades now, but I still miss him.
“Who are you?” the girl asks.
I study her. She has blonde, curly hair and pale skin. If it weren’t for her brown eyes, which are the exact same shade of brown as Damon’s, I wouldn’t believe she’s his daughter.
I kneel in front of her. “I’m Love.”
She giggles. “Your name is Love?”
“Yep.”
“I’m Skye.”
Skye? As in ‘you’re not watching Skye’-Skye? Now I understand why there’s no assistant position. Damon’s searching for a babysitter, not an assistant.
“What a beautiful name.”
“You’re pretty. Can I touch your hair?”
She doesn’t wait for an answer before she steps forward and lifts her hand. I flip my hair over my shoulder so she can reach it.
“It’s really long,” she murmurs as she pets my hair. “Daddy won’t let me have long hair.”
“Long hair is a lot of work. You have to brush it really good in the morning and at night before you go to bed.”
She sticks her bottom lip out and pouts. “Daddy says so, too.”
“Daddy’s not wrong.” I wink at her.
She giggles and grasps my hand. “Come play dolls with me. Daddy doesn’t play with me.”
“He doesn’t? Maybe he doesn’t know how?”
