Trying to assert his importance, Harrison pressed on, determined to prove his worth as a father. “I could get you in touch with the team behind the Christmas Gala. If you want to dance, I’ll help you connect with the best choreographers in the country—or even abroad. Daph, no matter what, you’re my daughter, and I want you to know you can always rely on me.”
For a moment, Daph just stared at him, stunned. In all her memories, Harrison had never shown this much interest in her life.
His sudden concern left her feeling awkward and at a loss.
Then Harrison added, “Daph, I want you to try leaning on me a little. I know I’ve overlooked you before, but you’re only five. I hope it’s not too late for me to make it up to you.”
Daph couldn’t tell how much of Harrison’s speech was genuine and how much was just for show. She didn’t know how to read his intentions, so she simply answered him the only way she knew how—by following her instincts.
“I just want Mr. Vaughn not to make things harder for me and Mom. That would be enough.”
Harrison immediately objected, “Why would I ever make things harder for you two—?”
Daph cut in, “But you don’t seem to like Carrie. You’re against Mom being with him.”
It was as if someone had stabbed Harrison right in the chest, and he could almost taste blood in his mouth.
He nearly blurted out: Of course I’m against them being together!
How could he not be? The thought of another man in Selene’s life—especially Carmel, her supposed soulmate—was unbearable.
Soulmate. The word landed in Harrison’s heart like a seed, and in an instant, it took root, sprouting a thousand thorns that felt sharp enough to pierce right through him.
His chest tightened. How could his own daughter, his flesh and blood, be supporting Selene and Carmel?
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