“You could say I’m old-fashioned, sure.” “It’s very mean Daddy of you,” she whispered. Burgess’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “It’s what?” “Ooh.” She winced. “I shouldn’t have said that.” “Now that you have, though, you need to explain.” She shook her head. He nodded. One of her shoulders drooped. “Well. Chloe and I were talking about you and . . . it was sort of decided that you were hot in a mean Daddy kind of way.” “Mean Daddy.” “Don’t be offended—it’s a good thing. For you, not me. I don’t have a horse in this race, you know?” She squeezed her eyes closed. “I’m going to regret every
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