“My daughter likes you.” “Me?” I murmur, touching my chest. He nods. I’m filled with warmth at the thought. Picturing her in her pristine purple dress and shiny black shoes makes me smile. “I like her too,” I reply before pinching my bottom lip between my fingers to hide my grin. “She must speak only English in our home. Will that be a problem?” My brows furrow, confusion piercing my ability to think clearly. Disoriented, I shake my head. His next words don’t do much to clear up my confusion. “I did a thorough background check on you.” Funny. I did one of my own on you too, I think but
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