Hank peered up from his folder of paperwork to look at his only daughter, she was standing by the kitchen island making herself a cup of decaf tea.
“How’s that tea I got you, sweetie?” Han tried to be upbeat for Scarlett.
She sighed and looked at him with a sad expression, “it’s great daddy, it tastes just like the black tea I like.” Scarlett was not convincing at all, not about the tea. But her voice and stance told all about her mood.
Millie came into the room and shoot a knowing look to her mate, “Hank dear, would you like a cup of coffee? Maybe you could take a break and we could spend some quality time with our daughter?”
Hank took the hint right away and packed his papers away, “of course dear, I would love some coffee. And some time with my two girls.” Hank smiled at both of hi
