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𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗩𝗢𝗪𝗦: 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗧!

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 Mafia

 Enemies to Lovers

 Forced Marriage

 Single Dad⁠

 Groveling

 Touch Her and Die

 He Falls First

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“Can we play some music, Daddy?” Sophia asks. “Like always?”

“Sure, princess. Let me get my cell out.”

“Daddy and me always play music when we make stuff together,” she explains. “Do you wanna pick a song Elsie?”

“Ahhh…” She swallows, tugging her brows, biting her lower lip as her eyes land to mine. She appears as though she’s about to burst into tears.

But why?

“How about we leave Elsie alone, okay princess?”

“No.” Elsie shakes her head. “I—I want to. Pick a song, if that’s okay. I don’t even know if they still have it, it’s—ahh…” Her eyes swell with tears, brimming around her lower lashes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it.”

It’s then I foolishly realize that wherever she’d been, there was no music there at all.

I drop everything, going to her until I’m right in front, grabbing her hand in mine. “Tell me the name of the song, and I will find it for you.”

Her chin trembles a little as she clings her eyes to mine, and I could tell how badly she’s trying to keep herself from falling apart. My hand slides to her face, a finger forcing all that beautiful black hair away from her brows. And I’m doing it again, touching her like she matters. Her mouth parts, a breath stilling in her lungs as she inhales.

“‘I Won’t Give Up,’” she says. “By Jason Mraz.”

My hand falls to my pocket, and without separating from her gaze, I fire up the music app and speak the name of the song. Pressing play, the melody slips into the air and her soft smile grows.

“Thank you.” She sighs. And I almost want to kiss her. Too close to doing it.

“I’d ask you for a dance...” I trace my knuckles across the underside of her jaw. “But I’m about to burn our dinner…” My lips quirk up. “And the last thing I want is for my future wife to think I’m a bad cook.”

Her laugh is small, but what it does to my heart is damn right huge.

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