I wanted for her.”
 
 Dani thought about pointing out that she wasn’t with Emily
 
 for her money, but that opened up all of her confusing feelings
 
 for exploration, opened them up to being picked apart, and she
 
 very much doubted a man like Peter Radcliffe would
 
 understand any of it. She wanted to keep her private life
 
 private, at least those more intimate bits. If she didn’t fully
 
 understand her feelings herself, how she was she supposed to
 
 defend them and fight for them?
 
 Surprisingly, Radcliffe went on, and he seemed to genuinely
 
 mean what he was saying. “I want Emily to have someone
 
 love and cherish her, not see her as a bank account.” The way
 
 he said it, it felt personal.
 
 Dani briefly wondered how happy Emily’s parents were in
 
 their own marriage. She knew nothing about them, so she
 
 dismissed the thought. It sounded like Radcliffe cared about
 
 his daughter far more than he’d let on from the conversation in
 
 the car. Dani could actually see he was worried now. Was it
 
 that same worry that had driven him to say things that were
 
 just a few shades away from being harsh and despicable? Or
 
 was this all a carefully calculated act to make him appear like
 
 a loving father?
 
 Dani didn’t doubt that men like Radcliffe could be stellar
 
 actors when they wanted to be. Wasn’t that what politics was
 
 all about? Looking squeaky clean and good when the cameras
 
 were on you, promising one thing and then doing another
 
 entirely when you had the power to carry it through? Were
 
 there a few honest people left out there?
 
 Radcliffe seemed to sense her doubts. “Look. I love my
 
 daughter. The party is one thing. My personal life is another. I