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Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Moonstone
Daphne's POVThe jeweler's shop doesn't have a sign.It has a heavy brass door, a doorbell nobody rings, and a man in a gray cardigan who opens it before Julian touches the handle. Luca's men stay on the street, and Julian guides me inside with one hand at the small of my back. The room is small and warm and smells faintly of metal polish and old wood. Velvet trays line the glass counters, and every surface glows under soft, golden light."This is a lot," I whisper."You said you wanted to choose.""I said I wanted a *simple* ring.""This is the simple place." He keeps his voice low and perfectly serious. "You should see the other one."I elbow him in the ribs, gently, remembering the bruise, and he grins.The jeweler, whose name is Mr. Aldous and who has the dignified patience of a man who has watched a great many people lose their composure in this room, sets out three velvet trays on the counter with quiet ceremony. Julian pulls a stool out for me before I can ask. I sit, and he st
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Football Team
Julian's POVRain starts around nine and settles in as if it means to stay.I find Daphne on the couch in the living room with her feet tucked under a blanket and a mug of tea going cold on the armrest. Eli went up an hour ago. The guards are at their posts, and the lamps are turned low, so the house feels like a held breath. She looks up when I come in, and her whole face softens, and I stand in the doorway for a second longer than I should, just letting it hit me."You've been quiet since you got back from the ranch," she says."Have I?""You ate half your dinner. You looked at the wall through most of it.""It's a very good wall.""Julian."I cross the room and sit at the other end of the couch, and she doesn't ask. She just lifts the edge of the blanket, and I slide under it, and she drops her feet into my lap as though they've always belonged there. I wrap my hands around her ankles. Her skin is cool. I start rubbing slow circles with my thumbs, and she makes a small, helpless so
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Half Of Everything
Daphne's POVEli has a plan for how to have this conversation, which is to avoid it.I know because he's been at the kitchen island for twenty minutes doing a very thorough job of rearranging the fruit bowl. It's Sunday afternoon, the house is quiet, and Julian has taken Lily to the park so the two of us can have the place to ourselves. Every few minutes my brother glances at the folder under my hand, then at the window, then back at the fruit."You're going to bruise the apples," I say."I'm organizing.""By what?""Feelings." He sets a pear down very precisely. "This one's nervous."I laugh before I can stop myself, and he grins, caught, and finally slides onto the stool across from me. He's taller than he was last month. I'm almost sure of it. He sits with his elbows on the counter and his hair falling in his eyes, fourteen and pretending he isn't scared, and my heart does the small, painful thing it always does when I look at him."Okay," he says. "Ask me.""I haven't said anythin
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl His Son
Julian's POVThe barn is still a blackened frame against the sky, and beside it, stacked in neat piles under a tarp, is the new lumber.I park at the end of the gravel drive and sit for a minute with the engine off. Luca's men are on the road behind me, far enough back to give me the quiet I asked for. The fields roll out brown and bare in the late-autumn light, and a thin line of smoke rises from the farmhouse chimney, straight and ordinary, as though nothing has ever happened here.My grandfather is on the porch before I'm out of the car.He's leaning on the railing with his coffee, in the same worn canvas coat he's worn my whole life. He looks smaller than he did before the fire. He doesn't say anything until I've climbed the steps, and then he looks me over with the slow, sharp attention of a man who has been reading faces for seventy years."You've been in a fight.""A few weeks ago.""It's still on your face." He jerks his chin at the door. "Come in. Your grandmother's got pie,
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl I’m Terrified
Julian's POVAt ten past one in the morning, someone is in my kitchen.I know it's Eli before I reach the doorway. He moves around this house like he's apologizing to it, soft-footed and careful, closing cabinet doors with both hands. The light over the stove is on, and he's standing at the counter in a faded T-shirt and sweatpants, a spoon in his hand and an open box of cereal beside him that he doesn't seem to be eating.I stop in the doorway. I came down for water, and I'd also like to tell myself that, because the truth is I haven't slept properly since the doctor's office."Can't sleep?"He jumps, then scowls at himself for jumping. "No.""Me neither.""Great." He turns back to the cereal. "You can leave. I'm fine."I don't leave. I get a glass from the cabinet, fill it at the tap, and lean against the counter at a polite distance, the way you'd stand near a nervous animal you don't want to spook. Eli crunches a mouthful of cereal without looking at me. The refrigerator hums. Out
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Sister In The Picture
Julian's POVLily has been watching Daphne's plate for ten minutes.It's Saturday morning, and pancakes are on the table, the chocolate chip kind that have apparently become a weekend law. Daphne has taken exactly two bites of hers and pushed the rest around with her fork, one hand resting on the table as if she's bracing for a wave to pass. Lily, seated between us with syrup on her chin, has stopped eating entirely."Mommy," she says. "Is your tummy still silly?"Daphne's fork stops. Across the table, her eyes meet mine.This is the third time Lily has noticed. Last week it was the bathroom. Yesterday it was the cracker Daphne ate in the car. Daphne told me last night, in the dark, that she hates lying to her, that every small fib feels like a stone dropped into a well that will someday need to be climbed back out of. I told her we'd decide together. We decided, I think, without either of us saying the word.Daphne sets down her fork. "Lily, sweetheart. Can we tell you something?"Li
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