Swiftcurrent Creek No one suspects at all

His daughter had once been his shadow—cuddled to him throughout the cooler nights, and seeking ways to gain his attention throughout the day… primarily with sharp little puppy teeth.

Now, she remained a wisp in his presence and barely provided him a glance. It hurt—he knew he had hurt her in some way but she wasn’t forthcoming with the details. He couldn’t bulldoze it from her, though—but any hope that maybe she would eventually look his way without him forcing the issue was quickly fading, and instead, a gaping distance was falling between them.

He could barely stand it.

She played quietly this day—and the Mayfair moved toward her, considering—his eyes soft upon her, knowing she could sense him as he came nearer. “Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, hesitantly hovering.