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Beau walked into Ashton Lennox’s drawing room and found the typically business-minded baron playing a game of peekaboo with his two-year-old daughter.
“Where’s Rose?” The man chuckled as he covered his face and then pulled his hands apart to reveal himself to the child.
“Here!” Rose squealed, kicking her chubby legs in delight. She had her father’s pale blond hair which curled in natural ringlets just past her shoulders. Her eyes lit up with a sense of devious mischief.
Beau coughed politely and the little girl raised a tiny finger at him.
“Rogue!” she cried out, still pointing at him.
Beau covered his mouth to hide a laugh. “I beg your pardon?”
Lennox straightened, scooped the girl up off the couch and set her on one hip before he gave her cheek a kiss.
“Go find your mother.” H
