Keegan POV:I growled playfully before tickling until she cried in her giggles. “We need to finish,” I said lightly breathless from laughing with her. Since her hair was baby fine, combing through it was relatively easy despite the curls. The task should have felt strange, but instead, I felt nostalgic. When I was a child, I remember watching my mother get ready, sitting at her vanity to comb her hair.Claire preened in the mirror, checking out my work after I helped her slip on a headband. She turned her face from side to side, deeming herself ready after dabbing a bit of body spray on her wrists. A little adult, indeed. It was both alarming and so damned cute. “Ready!”“Let’s go, then,” I said, rising to my feet. She scrambled onto her feet on the chair, despite my protests. “Turn around, please,” she insisted. “I want a piggyback ride.” When I shook my head, thinking that Vianne
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