“Good night. I love you.”
“GI haven’t even hung up my phone before Presley bursts into the bedroom where I came to have a little privacy. Every evening, Emilia and Lacey need a good-night from Daddy before they can settle into bed. Fran started this ritual, and it’s one that I look forward to . . . I just wish the timing of it had been better. I didn’t want to leave Presley alone on the balcony after our moment, but there was no choice.
“Who was that?” Presley’s cheeks are stained pink.
Standing next to the bed, I pocket my phone. “I was just about to rejoin you on the balcony.”
She stands her ground, and I take a step closer.
“It’s really not your business,” I say, keeping my tone even.
“Are you seeing someone else?”
Fuck, she’s even hotter when she’s angry. “I’m not seeing anyone.
