Page 73 of The Playboy and the Widow

“Sweetheart,” she whispered, gently shaking him awake.

He rolled over and automatically reached for her.

“Honey,” Diana murmured.

“Just a minute,” he whispered sleepily. “I need to wake up.” He nibbled softly on her earlobe.

“It’s Katie,” Diana told him.

“What about her?”

“She’s frightened by the storm.”

“I’m frightened, too, but I understand—go ahead and go back to comfort Katie.”

Diana pushed the hair from his face and gently kissed the side of his jaw. “She doesn’t want me—she requested you.”

“Me?”

“You.”

A slow, easy smile broke out across Cliff’s handsome features. Comforting his daughter in a storm. It was exactly the kind of thing a father would do.

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