Chapter Twelve
Daniel McIntyre gaped at her straightforward question.
Dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt, his hair stuck out in all angles. He held his bairn on his right hip.
‘Why would I argue with Blaine over Callan? I’d never hurt him. If I had an issue with Callan, I’d punch the sod. I won’t say I’ve never brawled; I have, but I’d never bully anyone.’
He grimaced when Carly drooled on his shirt. His lips twisted into a loving smile as he kissed her strawberry blond curls.
‘I stood larger than most lads my age, never a tiny child. The first thing my paw instilled in me was to be respectful of people. Callan and I, especially as lads, we enjoyed throwing punches at each other. It’s how we communicated until he—’ He cleared his throat. ‘No, I never hurt a hair on Blaine’s head. What
