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Daniel
I had no clue how to handle this. Kayla had entered my life when she had been seventeen, supposedly as my stepdaughter, but hell I had never felt that way about her. Her mom’s clear mission to land me for my money was apparent from the beginning and I wouldn’t have stuck it out were it not for the tall, willowy red-head that hung behind her. She was beautiful but downbeat. I had figured she needed someone to look out for her, to believe in her. So I had kept her mom in money so I could give Kayla a home. Instead, I had ended up keeping an eye on her from a distance as she decided she preferred staying with a friend and her friend’s mom rather than here. I tried not to take it too personally. Her relationship with her mom was complex. But the times I did see her she was always a
