Chapter 1: The First MeetingDaniel Brooks loosened his tie the moment Claire’s car disappeared down the driveway. The house felt different without her in it. Quieter and more dangerous.At forty-eight, he’d thought he was past this kind of bullshit. He had the career, the money, the nice watch, and now a woman who actually wanted to marry him. Claire was great, funny, ambitious, easy to be around. But the moment her nineteen-year-old daughter walked into the room, something inside him shifted hard.Lily was trouble wrapped in a white sundress.She had this way of moving like she knew exactly what she was doing to people. Long auburn hair, hazel eyes that didn’t look away when they ought to, and a body that made it impossible to focus on wedding sketches. The dress hugged her chest and flared at her hips, and every time she leaned over the drafting table, it rode up just enough to mess with his head.“Mom talks about you all the time,” Lily said, twirling a pencil between her fingers.
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