“You’re not Peter Pan, Rhett. You won’t be losing your shadow. Not for the next two months.” My mind reels. He can’t mean . . . “Where you go, she goes.” Kip gives me a vicious smile, not the one he gave me when I walked in the room. No, this one is full of warning. “And Eaton, that girl is my daughter. My princess. So, mind your goddamn manners, keep your hands to yourself, and stay the hell out of trouble, yeah?”
