In Lust With Her Father's Friend
He was harmless—or so I told myself.
But later that day, as we wrapped up the inspection and the sun sank behind the cranes, I felt Dougal’s gaze burning into my back. When I turned, he was already looking away, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.
Dinner that evening was supposed to be casual—just the three of us, talking plans over wine and food. It started that way, too.
Until Leo opened his mouth.
“I think Natasha’s finally warming up to me,” he said, laughing as he poured another glass. “She even smiled at my joke today. That’s a good sign, right?”
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