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“Half the time I’m convinced my father loves her more than he does me. He gets all weird and mushy.” Not that she could blame him, but it was definitely weird. “I mean, the furthest I had gotten was maybe going to see my sister.” Reagan shrugged, wrapping an arm around him. “But nothing too solid yet, why? How special?”
“I’m not convinced that she isn’t your dad’s favorite person either, but I’m pretty certain that it’s a mutual feeling for the two,” Or at least it was a tie between grandpa and mama for Charlotte’s favorite. “I was thinking of spending the night celebrating us,” he admitted reaching up in order to brush her hair back from her face as he studied her for a moment. She was absolutely stunning, he just hoped that she knew how much he loved her.
















