“Well, maybe I should sit at the kid’s table,” he murmured, cheeks pinking ever so slightly—torturing me further. “Since Daisy was the only one who seemed to want to talk to me today. And it’s gonna sound dumb but… the way she roasted me kind of reminded me of home…” Goddamnit, Baltasar. So much emotion welled up inside me—not only because of his warm tone while talking about Daisy, but because of how she'd taken to the big guy as well. I wasn’t kidding when I said her approval was rare. From what my daughter had told me, Baltasar Suarez passed her test simply because he’d shown her kindness.
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