Dakota
With their fearless but emotionally wounded leader fast asleep, he made it his duty to watch over her. He kept the back of his hand on her cheek and his eyes on the road ahead. Since they didn’t stop, only the men inside this particular vehicle knew that she slumbered. The others surely assumed she was still guiding them onward.
Not that it mattered, he thought, glancing back down at his daughter. Darrin only ever did exactly as Ken commanded, or would command, were she available to do so. He knew the route well enough, and he said all the things she would say. For a man almost twice her age, Darrin easily fell into the role of a subordinate and seemed to enjoy—if not find comfort in—the security and simplicity of being told what to do. No wonder she went to such great lengths to
