“I may have warned her if she so much as touches one of you again, I will end her dancing career,” I reply with a smug shrug. Christian stares at me for a minute and starts laughing before leaning over and kissing me. “See, spoken like a true O’Reilly,” he whispers into my ear. “No one touches my daddy,” I reply as he stands up. “And no one dares touch you, baby girl,”
