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Someone new.I’m not someone fucking new. My patience, already thin, is about to fucking snap.

“I appreciate the security.”

She smiles up at me and points to her right. “Miss Wentworth’s kindergarten class is in room twenty-eight. Third door on the right. You’ll need to stay in the doorway and give her this before entering and taking Paisley out of the classroom.”

She hands me a piece of paper that I don’t even bother to look at. Whatever. Just let me take my daughter home and get to my computer before Nichols starts the meeting.

“Thanks.”

I head down the hall and step into the classroom—fuck the rules—and glance around for my girl. She’s one of two kids left, and her teacher is bent over picking up crayons off the floor.

Nice ass.She stands and turns slightly, giving me the perfect side profile while she cleans up items on a shelf, and my eyes gravitate to her chest.Fucking perfect tits.Her outfit is modest, but there’s no hiding a body like that. Here I was thinking my daughter’s teacher was a gray-haired lady.

I remember my mom’s words this morning.Sweet young lady.

Miss Wentworth turns and her gasp fills the classroom. I snap my eyes up, embarrassed to be caught looking, and freeze.

“No fucking way.”

“Miss Wentworth. That man said a bad word,” a little snitch says from the corner of the room.

“Daddy!” Paisley drops the puzzle piece in her hand and runs across the room, crashing into my legs.

“No fucking way,” Kendall repeats.

CHAPTER FIVE

KENDALL

“You’reMiss Wentworth?” Nash Humphries sneers at me like I’m a piece of gum on the bottom of his fancy Italian loafers.

And he does wear them. He doesn’t go all out in pre-game fancy suits like some of his other teammates, like Miles Buckingham, but he dresses sharp. A nice button down—often open at the collar—fancy-ass shoes, and dress pants that have to be tailor made to fit his thighs and ass.

Shit. That washisperfect ass I drooled over this morning. I’m embarrassed to say how easily the morning view made my panties wet.

“Yes,I’mMiss Wentworth.You’rePaisley’s dad?”

“Of course I am.”

“I wouldn’t know since her deadbeat father has yet to show his face around here. Not on opening day, Open House, or parent night. I’ll be sure to add that to your Father of the Year application.”

“Daddy! Pick me up like you always do.” Paisley tugs at his pants, and he snaps out of it, swooping her up into his arms.

She squeezes his cheeks and peppers his face with kisses. If I didn’t detest the man so much, my panties would be soaked right now. Fortunately, they’re only slightly damp. It’s not my fault the man is gorgeous as sin. Thankfully, he has the personality of a crocodile, which is the only thing that has kept me from wanting to jump his bones.

Nash’s smile is wide and genuine as he rubs his nose against his daughter’s. “Did you have a good day, Sweet Pea?”

“The best because you surprised me.”

I cock my brow and am surprised to see the dip in his grin. Wait. Is that...is that guilt I see wash over his face? Maybe the angry crock has a teensy weensy heart buried deep inside the wall of muscle.

“Get your things and we’ll stop for ice cream on the way home.”

“Yay!” She wiggles out of his arms and crashes back into his legs a second later, her backpack dragging on the floor.

Nash lifts his chin toward the pile of puzzle pieces on the floor. “Pick up your mess first, Pais.”

“Aww, man.” She drops her bag by his feet and slowly makes her way to the puzzle she and Oliver were working on.

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