Oh, You Know The Drill. Not Mine. Yadda Yadda. Thanks Dani.
"What's wrong with me?"
Lucas clenched his jaw and fisted his hands as he heard that sad, hurt, little girl tone in her voice. He could imagine the look on her face back there, the tears building up in her eyes. It was eating him up.
Why couldn't she see that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with her? Nothing. At all. There never had been, never would be.
She was confused and scared but he was going to change all of that. He was going to make damn sure he would.
Right now wasn't the time. Not yet. And it was taking all of his willpower not to climb in the backseat with her and comfort her. To make her understand who and what she was. Make her see how perfect she was.
Taking a deep breath, he glared at the driver who looked his way and then quickly looked away, and leaned his head back against the seat, listening to Kingston brush off the girl he'd come to think of as his daughter.
He knew it was killing her but it was for the best.
He just had to remember that.