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Mommy? Dallas blinked as his wife grasped one tiny hand and led the child to stand in front of him.

”I want you to meet someone, Misty,” Gracie said. “This is Dallas. He’s your daddy.”

“My daddy?” The tiny girl wearing a mussed blue dress touched his knee, and in doing so, grabbed hold of Dallas’s heart.

His daughter.

She was an immature version of her mom. Feathery, golden curls spilled to her shoulders. Perfect features in a sun-kissed face.

But Misty wasn’t all Gracie. The jut of her chin, the dimple that flickered at the edge of her mouth—he knew those were his gifts to her. He’d studied his own features in the mirror so often, trying to remember who he was.

He was a father.