Chapter Thirty
Skeeter looked up at her father and nodded before her eyes moved to Krac who stood staring at her with a quiet hunger in his eyes. She rose and moved toward him instinctively, knowing he needed to hold her as much as she needed to hold him. She glanced at her father who nodded his head in understanding.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, clutching Krac’s hand in hers.
“He makes you happy, Lulu Belle,” Bulldog murmured, brushing her red hair back from her face. “That is all I’ve ever wanted.”
“I love you,” she said with a tender smile and rose up onto her toes and brushed a kiss along his cheek.
Bulldog sighed as he watched Krac put a protective arm around his daughter’s waist. He sat down in the captain’s seat and pulled up the star charts again. As he studied them, he
