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Page 21 of The Right Wrong Promise

But didn’t heseethe splintered wood?

The obvious fact that his daughter fell?

Nah.

Dadzilla justhadto jump to conclusions, right off the cliff.

He had to assume the worst, thinking I was some wild-eyed gremlin coming to carry his little girl off to my gingerbread house in the woods.

Who even thinks like that?

Is there something about me that seems threatening?

Gawd.

Also, this whole situation sucks more because he’s hot.

And why not?

Normal, well-adjusted guys are often so mid. Probably because they’re confident enough to avoid becoming cyclones of testosterone who treat gym like church.

I stare into empty space, scowling at his hotness.

If he could just be the bastard offspring of a garden gnome and a gargoyle, I wouldn’t dislike him so much. You can understand why someone so ugly might have a chip on their shoulder.

But Kane has the looks that set your life to easy mode—and that makes his bristling rudeness far less acceptable.

There was something jarring about those jade-green eyes, too.

Almost like he could see right through me.

Obviously, he couldn’t if he thought I’d ever lay a hand on his sweet girl.

Stupid overgrown ego.

Still, those mile-wide shoulders stick in my mind. I hate how tall he is, how easily he can look down on—well, everyone.

The man is a freak of nature. He must’ve been a beast at some sport when he was young, back before his well-connected daddy handed him his quant finance job.

Just a wild guess.

And I know, I should talk.

Doesn’t change the fact that I’m dealing with a giant daddy’s boy who’s used to getting his way. All self-propelled, pure entitlement.

Although when he figured out he was the intruder in my home, he backed down, didn’t he?

Surprise.

That, plus the sad, worried look on the kids’ faces was what convinced me to let them stay. I’m not in the habit of crashing with strangers.

And I’m still not sure if I made the right call.

At least it saves me a potential legal flap, though. After I saw the rates Mrs. Griffith was charging, he had every right to be pissed.

Maybe I don’t like him, but the man has kids.

Why should a goofy mix-up ruin their family vacation?

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