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Оглавление“You’re here, you’re here!” the little girl cried, wrapping herself around Mia’s thighs, as Grant looked on.
“Aren’t you forgetting somebody?” Mia whispered to Haley. “Maybe your daddy would like a welcome back hug, too.”
“But I just saw him this morning!” Haley said. “And ’sides, he doesn’t know how to hug.”
“Then maybe,” Mia said softly, “you could show him how.”
Haley glanced over at Grant and then looked back at Mia. “He’s the daddy. He has to hug first.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake. She hauled Haley up, dangling her in front of her father. “Hug, already.”
As she’d hoped, Grant grabbed for his daughter, and Haley – bless her – threw her arms around her father’s neck, and ta-da!
“Now, was that so hard?” Mia asked.
But when she next looked up, Grant’s gaze briefly touched hers, swarming with a world of unspoken emotions, setting off a volley of a whole bunch of the suckers inside her head, as well.
