Ainsley’s frown intensified as an unbelievable thought occurred to her.
“Dad, you’re not…?”
George threw Ainsley a glance after she trailed off. “Hm?”
When he saw the look she was giving him, it made him realize what his words must have sounded like from her end.
“Oh,” he breathed out with a brief chuckle. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m not trying to set you two up. I mean, my relationship with his mother aside, that’s not likely to work out, is it? You and him?” He chuckled again at the mere thought. Then he cleared his throat before continuing, “I meant more along the lines of, you know, friendship. Or at least not being so at odds with each other. And from there, maybe something even closer. Because when Sibyll and I—I-I mean if… if Sibyll and I…”
Though her dad was now feeling too self-
