CHAPTER 3: Terry
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“What do you mean by that?” Terry had no idea why he was staying to help Maggie, except that he wasn’t ready for their day together to end.
“Isabella will care. She’s almost eight and she wants to help.” She walked down the hallway and he followed.
“Ah, I remember little girls that age.” His daughter had been his kryptonite.
She gave him an odd glance over her shoulder.
“My daughter.” He slapped her a*s.
“Don’t start.” She walked into the baby’s bedroom.
“Then stop thinking I’m a pervert.” He had to repair the damage his big mouth and temper had caused.
“I wasn’t.” She handed him a box from the corner. “Toys.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He started filling the box. “You know, I’m the one who’s supposed to be in charge.”
“Only in the bedroom.” She averted her eyes bu
