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show you a trick to get it off when you’re all done.”
“Is it safe to come in here, or am I in danger of getting my nails painted too?”
Claire looked over her shoulder to find Logan standing in the doorway, leaning against the door-jam, his arms crossed against his chest. He looked ridiculous standing there in his nearly six and a half foot glory, surrounded by a shroud of pink, discussing having his nails painted. She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, Daddy! Please, please, pleeeease let me paint them?”
Claire was all but forgotten as the little girl got on her knees, hands clasped in front of her, eyes wide as she fluttered her eyelashes beseechingly up at him.
“Nice try, squirt, but no.”
She flopped on her bottom, arms crossed against her chest, her lip stuck out in a pout. “You always say no. You’re no fun, Daddy.”
“Yeah, come on, Daddy , you’re not afraid of a little pink nail polish, are you?” Claire laughed as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Hey, she could get out her blue eye shadow instead.” Turning to Sophie, she said, “I bet he’d look really pretty in that, don’t you think?”
Before Sophie could answer, Logan stepped over them on the floor, taking a seat on Sophie’s bed as he thrust out one of his hands. “Fine. One fingernail, and that’s it. And this sh—crap better come off. This isn’t, like, permanent nail polish, is it?”
Claire snorted, shaking her head as Sophie squealed and clapped. She jumped up and squeezed him around the neck. “Oh, thank you! I’ll be the best nail painter ever . I’ll try really hard to not get any on your finger, ’kay?”
Claire watched them, trying to restrain the smirk on her face and the glee in her eyes. She obviously didn’t do a very good job because Logan fixed her with a glare, though she knew there was no real heat behind it. It was comical, this hulking man crammed on a tiny bed in a room that looked like Pepto-Bismol exploded all over it. His large hand was outstretched, long, thick fingers extended as Sophie so very carefully painted the nail on his pointer finger.
For all intents and purposes, he should’ve looked laughable with that one pink tipped finger that sparkled with glitter. Instead, she found herself more attracted to him than ever. The old Logan would’ve never let Sophie do this. And now, seeing him like this, with his guard down, sneaking glances to smile down at his daughter in between shooting playful glares at Claire, she realized how utterly fucked she was for having come back here with him.
She didn’t think it was possible, had thought she’d managed to get over him in the time they’d been apart, but the pang in her heart proved her wrong.
She was falling for him all over again.
Chapter Ten
“G’night, squirt. We’ll go visit your mom and your new little sister right away in the morning, okay?”
“I’m so excited, Daddy, I don’t think I’ll even be able to sleep!”
He chuckled, bending down to kiss her forehead before standing. “I know it’ll be hard, but you have to try. Don’t want to meet your new sister when you’re tired and crabby, right?”
Nodding, she snuggled down into her bed, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would bring on sleep faster.
“Love you, baby girl.”
“Love you too.”
He closed her door and leaned against it, if only to give himself a moment of time to recharge. As he brought his hand up to grip at his hair, the pale pink of the nail polish he’d somehow been suckered into wearing caught his eye.
Christ, seeing Claire like that, her and his daughter laughing and giggling and, hell, even ganging up on him... It had just seemed so right. If he was uncertain before, it was clear as fucking crystal now—he was in love with her. Had probably never stopped. And seeing the two of them together made him covet everything he’d lost.
He didn’t know how he’d gotten here. How he’d let his job get in the way of his happiness. Because he
“Is it safe to come in here, or am I in danger of getting my nails painted too?”
Claire looked over her shoulder to find Logan standing in the doorway, leaning against the door-jam, his arms crossed against his chest. He looked ridiculous standing there in his nearly six and a half foot glory, surrounded by a shroud of pink, discussing having his nails painted. She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, Daddy! Please, please, pleeeease let me paint them?”
Claire was all but forgotten as the little girl got on her knees, hands clasped in front of her, eyes wide as she fluttered her eyelashes beseechingly up at him.
“Nice try, squirt, but no.”
She flopped on her bottom, arms crossed against her chest, her lip stuck out in a pout. “You always say no. You’re no fun, Daddy.”
“Yeah, come on, Daddy , you’re not afraid of a little pink nail polish, are you?” Claire laughed as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Hey, she could get out her blue eye shadow instead.” Turning to Sophie, she said, “I bet he’d look really pretty in that, don’t you think?”
Before Sophie could answer, Logan stepped over them on the floor, taking a seat on Sophie’s bed as he thrust out one of his hands. “Fine. One fingernail, and that’s it. And this sh—crap better come off. This isn’t, like, permanent nail polish, is it?”
Claire snorted, shaking her head as Sophie squealed and clapped. She jumped up and squeezed him around the neck. “Oh, thank you! I’ll be the best nail painter ever . I’ll try really hard to not get any on your finger, ’kay?”
Claire watched them, trying to restrain the smirk on her face and the glee in her eyes. She obviously didn’t do a very good job because Logan fixed her with a glare, though she knew there was no real heat behind it. It was comical, this hulking man crammed on a tiny bed in a room that looked like Pepto-Bismol exploded all over it. His large hand was outstretched, long, thick fingers extended as Sophie so very carefully painted the nail on his pointer finger.
For all intents and purposes, he should’ve looked laughable with that one pink tipped finger that sparkled with glitter. Instead, she found herself more attracted to him than ever. The old Logan would’ve never let Sophie do this. And now, seeing him like this, with his guard down, sneaking glances to smile down at his daughter in between shooting playful glares at Claire, she realized how utterly fucked she was for having come back here with him.
She didn’t think it was possible, had thought she’d managed to get over him in the time they’d been apart, but the pang in her heart proved her wrong.
She was falling for him all over again.
Chapter Ten
“G’night, squirt. We’ll go visit your mom and your new little sister right away in the morning, okay?”
“I’m so excited, Daddy, I don’t think I’ll even be able to sleep!”
He chuckled, bending down to kiss her forehead before standing. “I know it’ll be hard, but you have to try. Don’t want to meet your new sister when you’re tired and crabby, right?”
Nodding, she snuggled down into her bed, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would bring on sleep faster.
“Love you, baby girl.”
“Love you too.”
He closed her door and leaned against it, if only to give himself a moment of time to recharge. As he brought his hand up to grip at his hair, the pale pink of the nail polish he’d somehow been suckered into wearing caught his eye.
Christ, seeing Claire like that, her and his daughter laughing and giggling and, hell, even ganging up on him... It had just seemed so right. If he was uncertain before, it was clear as fucking crystal now—he was in love with her. Had probably never stopped. And seeing the two of them together made him covet everything he’d lost.
He didn’t know how he’d gotten here. How he’d let his job get in the way of his happiness. Because he
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