“You love my daughter.” My head jerks toward her in surprise. She sips her whiskey, looking amused. “You’ve figured that out, right?” I gulp my own drink. “It’s still…early.” “So? When you know, you know.” Her lips twitch as she examines my face. “Got it. We’re still fighting it. Don’t worry, Luke—we’ll save this for another time.” She laughs softly. “Give your head some time to catch up to your heart.”
