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He ran a hand through his hair. "I messed up with you," he reminded her. "Not her."

When she didn't answer, he growled out a sound of frustration. He opened his mouth, but something in the doorway caught his attention and he promptly snapped his jaw shut. Knowing it was Cassidy, Ellie cursed her luck and turned slowly to find her daughter once again standing in the entrance of the kitchen, but this time she wore her nicest dress, white tights—which she always refused to wear—and her glossy black dress shoes. She'd brushed her hair, something Cassie usually made Ellie do since she hated doing it herself, and even put barrettes in the dark locks.

Seeing the girl primp to meet her father made Ellie want to cry. Without wanting to, she gave in.

Every night for the past year, she'd been forced to tell the girl something about her daddy. Not wanting the usual bedtime story from one of her books, Cassie had opted for information about Boston. That was why she'd learned so much about him and been able to find him...because she'd bugged Ellie constantly for facts.

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Seeing that hopeful gleam in Cassie's eyes was Ellie's downfall. Her daughter had been dreaming of this for months...years.

"Cass," she said quietly. But the girl paid her no attention.

She strode to Boston. He met her gaze, and Ellie could tell he was holding his breath.

"Are you going to take me to my dad now?" Cassidy asked.

"That's why you're here, isn't it? Because he couldn't come himself?" Grinning broadly, she looked down at her dress.

"Well, I'm ready to meet him."

Boston sent her a wobbly smile. "You look very nice too."

Ellie wanted to hug him. That was the best thing he could've told the girl.

Cassie beamed. "Is he waiting very far away?"

"Cassidy," Ellie interrupted then. Her daughter ignored her until she said, "Montgomery Kincaid isn't your father."

Cassie whirled around, her eyes wide with denial. "He's not?" Her bottom lip quivered, and Ellie sent her a sympathetic look as she shook her head no. "But...but...why is he here then?" Cassie motioned blindly toward Boston. "He wouldn't come if his brother wasn't—"

"Cassie, come sit down," Ellie interrupted, moving toward the kitchen table.

Her daughter didn't budge. "No. I want—"

"I'll tell you the truth about your father," she added evenly, though she had to pitch her voice up an octave to catch Cassie's attention. "Now, sit down."

For a moment, it looked like Cassidy was going to rebel.

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encouragingly toward a chair. Finally, the girl slumped into action, but she didn't look happy about it. She probably thought Ellie was going to evade the subject like she usually did.

Easing down into a seat next to her daughter, Ellie reached out and took both of Cassie's hands. From the corner of her eye, she saw Boston edge closer, though he still kept a good distance away.

"Cassie, honey," she started, sounding surprisingly calm considering the way her

heart threatened to thump its way out of her chest.

"Listen to me, sweetheart." Her fingers tightened around Cassie's. "Boston is here because he read the letter you sent his brother. You see, he also went to the University of Kansas at the same time as I did. And he's also the son of an astronaut. He...he..."

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