Cassie’s anger was about to explode when her emotion was disrupted by small hands that cupped her face.
“Cassidy Summer Diaz, my angel, breathe…” Julia muttered softly, breathing gently; her eyes were round in anticipation and with hope that her mother would also inhale and exhale.
“What are you doing?” Cassie asked in a hushed tone, suddenly wanting to laugh at her daughter.
Julia shrugged her shoulders, her hands still on her mother’s face. “If Daddy’s here, he will say, ‘This will do the trick, Julia.’ Daddy does this to you whenever you get angry or impatient with a guest.”
Cassie chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around her daughter. “You are really your Daddy’s daughter.”
She flickered her eyes on Nathan and sneered at him, and then she eased back to look at Julia’s face. As
