She nodded immediately. “I like Greer. She has nice eyes.” Beckett smiled. “I think she has pretty eyes too.” My cheeks flushed warm, and I was just about to back away from the door when Olive shook her head, selecting a different shade of the color pencil. “No. Not pretty. I can see her nice through her eyes.” My heart lurched, like some great big pulse of joy couldn’t quite push through my veins. Beckett slowly lowered his pencil and stared incredulously at his daughter. “You mean you can tell she’s a good person from her eyes?” Olive nodded. “That’s why I like Parker too. I can see his nice
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