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Why the hell had he told Megan Miller that story about his father? He couldn’t remember ever telling it to anyone else. The closest he’d ever come was when he’d told Maya Badger, back in high school, that his father redefined “throw him into the deep end and see if he can swim.” He’d never shared the details or anything about how it had affected him.
But now when he glanced at Megan, he took in her softened expression with a sense of...tenderness, almost. Sweet of her to care, but it didn’t matter.
“Don’t get that sappy look on your face. I’ve been over it for about thirty years.”
She blinked at him, her long eyelashes dropping over her wide blue-gray eyes. If he had to find a word to describe Megan’s usual expression, it would be “hopeful.” Or maybe “naive.” Or even “annoyingly opt
