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That’s where they differed Megan loved working and getting her hands dirty She liked being right in there with her teauy

She kept silent on that Dad was he who he was Which was precisely why she never worked for him

Dad finally replaced his hat then looked at Megan For a long tihed

He cocked his head, eyes narrowed thoughtfully “Everything okay? You look”—he studied her intently—“different Can’t quite put a finger on it”

She forced herself to sit still, not squirard Oh, yeah, she was different But she couldn’t tell him about it “Different how?”

Dad crossed his arms “New hair?”

“Nope” She shook her head “Same hair”

“New clothes?”

“Not that either” She smiled softly

He stared a ed “Then I don’t knohat it is” He rose from his chair and pressed another kiss to her head “But I sure alad you’re home for a visit”

Her heart war to the far Sometimes home was the best place to be

As she parted her lips to respond, a sudden furious voice cut through the silence “You goddamn prick”

Her stomach rolled a little with mixed emotions, nervousness and worry, when she turned to find Nash dish school who ran in the sa up

“Excuse lared

“Don’t even try to play coy” Nash closed the distance and pointed at her father “You sonuvabitch”