“He’s so good with her.” “With all of them. They all just adore him.” “They must think it’s pretty cool to have a famous rock star as an uncle.” “I don’t think they are actually old enough to understand that he is famous. He’s just Uncle Colton to them.” Just Uncle Colton. The lump grew. He was just a man. A good, decent man who—for some unknown reason—wanted her. With all her flaws. All her insecurities.
