The timeline was certainly suspicious, but the irrevocable proof, was in the pictures. Lilly’s daughter was the spitting image of himself. Dillon’s hair was auburn, sporting subtle waves. And he had the same piercing green eyes as the girl in the photos. He could no more deny her than he could deny his reflection in the mirror. His face was more angular than the girl's, who Logan had said was named Jacquelyn. Her face was softer and rounder, traces of Lilly. Jacque had her mother’s mischievous smile, and though, the girl’s eye color matched his, they held the humor in them he had so often seen in his former partner. Like her mother, the girl was as striking as she was beautiful. He thought momentarily on the fact that Lilly had named their daughter after Dillon’s grandmother. Though Lilly
