Mia
Reluctantly I turned to look at him, more than a little afraid.
“Why do you bring up the subject?” he asked.
I blinked. s**t! Why was he asking me this? Wasn’t it obvious I cared about Aria? That I cared about him? That I was head over heels in love with him and I wanted to be more than just his mistress? That I wanted to be more than just a friend to Aria?
“Because I care about Aria,” I said, looking into his eyes. I wanted to tell him I meant what I said, that there was no hidden agenda.
His face still a hard mask, he asked, “Why do you care about Aria?”
I furrowed my brow. God, did he really need me to spell out each word and explain its meaning?
“Because I love her, James; that’s why. She’s such a sweet child, and she’s your daughter. Granted, I’ve never been with children b
