Nixon rises from the seat he took beside me, holding out his hand. His peppered dark hair has been styled back from his handsome yet weary face, an impeccably crisp navy suit clinging to his frame that seems at odds with the stubble lining his jaw. Blue eyes settle on me, a look of adoration passing through his features. “You did good, sweetheart.” My
I know he's her adoptive daddy, just lost his wife, and is absolutely not a love interest but UHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGGGH HEAR ME OUT Y'ALL
