The Billionaire Impotent son-in-law

Twenty

SIX

ALEC

“WHAT’S WRONG, DADDY?” THE QUESTION CAME OUT OF THE BLUE AS

I tucked Evanne into bed. She always came up with the best questions at bedtime.

At eight years old, she was wise beyond her years, and I hoped that it wasn’t due to anything her mother and I had done, or hadn’t done, for that matter. Keli had primary custody, and I had enough visitation that I’d always had a relationship with my daughter, but I’d always felt like I was responsible for her missing out on something.

I blinked at her. “What do you mean, mo chride?”

Her blue eyes lit up at the familiar term of endearment, but then they faded again as she answered my question. “You seem weird.”

“Maybe I’m the normal one, and it’s you who’s the wee odd one,” I suggested, letting my accent regress to my childhood simply because it made her burst into the sweetest giggles I’d ever heard. I’d been a serious child, and it took a lot for me to shake that off and give Evanne a father she would be comfortable talking to