Page 89 of Inevitable
“Can I see your headquarters?” she asked.
I grinned at her. Emma had warned me about this. “If you want to see it, I’ll take you there. I trust you. I think you can keep my secrets.”
“Of course I’ll keep your secrets,” she answered. “I know it’s important, and you’re my dad.”
For Wren, keeping my secrets was just that simple.
Seeing that earnest, adoring look on her face made my gut ache.
I still wasn’t quite used to having a daughter who cared about me unconditionally simply because I was her father.
Wren would care about me unless I gave her a very good reason not to do it.
I happened to like her affection, so I wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize her trust in me as a father.
Emma had always said that Wren was her miracle child, but she was my miracle kid, too.
A daughter I never even dreamed of having.
Both Emma and Wren brought out protective instincts I’d never even known that I had.
Emma wasmine.
Wren wasmydaughter.
There wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do to keep both of them safe and happy.
Wren asked several more questions about Last Hope, and I answered what I could as honestly as possible.
She was curious about the world, and she pondered social issues and unpleasant things that most girls didn’t at her age.
It would probably never be possible to shield her from everything unpleasant that happened in the world because she made it her business to know about all of them.
I’d quickly discovered that she could still be a kid and wonder about things that only adults usually thought about.
I understood that because I was very much the same at her age.
I was going to do my damnedest to make sure she tried to stay focused on the fun kids were having at her age, but there would be times when her brain wanted to go other places.
I knew I couldn’t just stifle her questions and pretend that those questions didn’t matter because they were unpleasant things to talk about.
She let out a contented sigh once I’d answered her questions.
“You and Mom slept together last night,” Wren stated. “Do you want to be together?”
The hopeful look in my daughter’s eyes nearly killed me.
I raised a brow. “How do you know that?”
She shrugged. “I woke up in the middle of the night. I was hungry. Her door was open, but she wasn’t in her room when I came downstairs.”
Okay, we were busted. What in the hell was I supposed to tell my daughter?
I decided honesty was the best answer.
“It’s complicated, Wren,” I said carefully.
“Maybe I don’t like boys,” she explained. “But I know about sex and relationships. I’m a teenager. I had sex ed last year.”
