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I carried the massive tray of sandwiches into the lounge to my waiting passel of piggies. Ace grabs me and tickles my ribs. “I heard you called me a piggy, cheeky little Tinker Bell. That naughty list is getting longer and longer.”
“Eat your sandwich piggy or the big bad she-wolf will get you.” I gave him tight as.s a slap as he walked away, earning myself a growl.
I sat beside my dad on the couch, and he took my hand. “I don’t know how you are going to feel about what I am going to tell you. If I had known you were here waiting for me, I would have made different decisions.”
He looks so sad, I pat his cheek tenderly, it’s okay, you can tell me anything."
“When I lost your mother, the chances of me producing an heir was extremely low. My cousin Alasdair had a son, Blair, and afte
