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Оглавление“Hi . I’m Allie. What’s your name?”
The little girl popped her free thumb into her mouth. A second later her thumb shot out of her mouth and she fleetingly touched Allie’s dress. “Pretty.”
“Thank you. Your dress is pretty, too.”
The little girl lovingly patted the acres of skirt. “Daddy bought it.”
“Who is your daddy?” Allie asked.
The child looked past Allie. Her face lit up like a million candles. “He’s my daddy.” She pointed up.
“Hello, Allie.”
Allie’s heart stopped. The room went dim. Her body froze and she forgot to breathe.
What was Zane Peters doing here?
