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... in complaint as she turned to look at her father.
Sensing her gaze, Dylan glanced at her, studying her for a second.
"What’s wrong?" he asked.
The little girl’s pout deepened. "It doesn’t smell like Mama."
Dylan’s gaze shifted briefly to the bag in her hands before he nodded. "It wouldn’t," he said calmly.
Eira’s frown deepened, and the resentment in her eyes only grew.
And once again, Dylan found her reaction strikingly similar to her mother’s. B ...
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