This cannot possibly be the same asshole cowboy I met in Goody’s office last week. “Ella loves school,” the little girl replies. Sawyer grabs a cup from across the table and takes a sip of water. “Probably because she’s the teacher’s pet.” Cash puts her on his hip, arm slung easily underneath her bottom like he’s done this hundreds, thousands of times. “How could she not be? You’re the smartest and the cutest kid in the class, aren’t you?” He tickles her tummy. “Aren’t you, Ella?” She giggles, a high, happy sound that’s so sweet, I can’t help but smile, even as I continue to stare. That’s when
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