Page 529 of The Tempted

Words.

They wound but they don’t change the way a person feels.

Luckily, neither of us uttered another until he pulled up in front of my mother’s house. She was on the stoop waiting for me, her arms crossed against her chest and a worried look adorned her pretty face. I climbed out of the truck just as my father slammed his door shut. He walked around the truck, meeting me at the curb.

“Lace…”

“Thanks for keeping your promise,” I interrupted, reaching up and throwing my arms around his neck.

Daddy’s little girl.

Until you’re not anymore.

Until there is another man.

And sometimes he’s just like the first man you ever loved.

Sometimes he's just like your dad.

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