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"Because now you're mine to protect instead of just someone I care about."

The distinction seems to satisfy her, because she melts further into my arms. "So when do I see you again? I mean, really see you, not just at school."

"Tomorrow night. You're coming back here."

"Am I?"

"Yes. And you're staying the night again. I'll think of some excuse for your mother."

"What if I have plans?"

I give her a look that makes her squirm. "Do you have plans?"

"No."

"Then it's settled." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Now go get dressed. You need to get home before your mother starts to worry."

"She thinks I'm at Chloe's, remember?"

"And Chloe knows what, exactly? That you have a man in your life?"

She bites her lip. "Not exactly."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I may have told Chloe I was staying home to take care of Mom, and I told Mom I was staying at Chloe's."

I stare at her. "You lied to both of them?"

"It's called strategic misdirection. And don't look at me like that—you said yourself we need to be careful."

"I’m just… You’re a criminal mastermind."

"I prefer 'creatively flexible with the truth.'"

Despite myself, I'm impressed. And a little concerned about what other creative flexibilities she might employ in the future.

"Just make sure you’re always honest with me, baby girl."

"Always, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now go get dressed before I decide to keep you here all day."

"Would you?"

"Don't tempt me."

She stands on her toes to kiss me, quick and sweet, then heads toward the bedroom. "You know, Daddy, I think this secret relationship thing might be more fun than I thought."

I watch her walk away, admiring the way my t-shirt clings to her curves, and can't help but agree.

We're definitely going to be trouble.

CHAPTER 6

Murphy

Two days.

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