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“Liam?”

The voice ca just over his shoulder

“Oh!” Her lanced at his face, and then behind hiain

“It’s Tamara”

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end He felt as though spiders were crawling up his spine

Turning so quickly the long black trench coat over his ars of his suit pants, Liam pasted a smile on his face

Whatever his feelings about the girl’s conceptionto pay for his father’s sins where he was concerned

He saw her and lost his breath

Her eyeslooking into the into a mi

rror The doubt there—he could read it as clearly as he’d grown up reading his own Was he wanted? Was he good enough?

Their father had a lot to answer for

A slender redheaded woh to protect her Lialance

“Ta so much that it hurt his face “Oh,out his arms to her “You’re beautiful”

She was a baby A child A young wo herself into his ar on for dear life