On Her Daddy’s Bed!
Harey asked, rubbing her hand gently, his concern wrapping around every word.
Hazel gave a small smile, then squeezed his hand tightly.
“I know you hate Axel, but he’s not like that. He’s not that kind of person. He loves me. And I know it’s real. I feel it, every time he looks at me.”
“I… I’m not questioning—”
“Let’s not go further into this, please, Harry,” she interrupted, gently but firmly. “He’s a good man. And he loves me. That’s all that matters.”