The gust of wind was too sudden, Booker didn't get enough time to adjust to his composed ‘Daddy’ mood when his little princess burst through the store door.

Her tiny fingers slapped his hands off, fencing round the stranger like she was her personal guardian. Why would his daughter do that?

“Leave Miss Pretty Lady alone!” her tiny voice groaned. Her forehead contorted with vexation, her eyes darkened. Seeing her like that reminded him so much of Isabella whenever she was ...