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Оглавление“Can you sing to me, like your mama did?” Mattie asked.
With a half-apologetic glance at Dawson, Isabelle sat on the edge of the bed.
Why should she feel sorry? To his regret, he admitted he’d given her every reason to feel he didn’t want her spending time with his daughter. To his shame, he’d even suggested she was unsuitable simply because she was...what? A city woman? A newcomer? Beautiful?
All those things could mean danger. Or they could mean nothing.
He wasn’t sure he had changed his mind, but it became harder and harder to remember his reasons.
Isabelle crooned a song in Spanish.
He sat as mesmerized by her sweet voice as Mattie. In the distant corner of his brain, a warning voice called, reminding him how caring for Isabelle could end in disappointment and wrenching pain. The voice was drowned out by the sound of her voice and by the blossoming of his distant dreams.
Mattie’s eyes drifted shut.
Isabelle leaned close and kissed each cheek. “Sweet dreams, little princess.”
The word jolted clear through Dawson. Princess. Was that how Isabelle saw his child? His throat tightened. His eyes burned. So many people loved and cared for Mattie, but something about Isabelle’s tender touch and sweet words felt different.
