Page 66 of Breach of Honor

“Yes, sir.”

“Well then… you are serious.” He slapped his hand on my back.

“As serious as a heart attack. I love Miranda, sir. I can’t imagine my life without her. She makes me incredibly happy, and I believe I also make her happy.”

“Excellent…excellent! I didn’t mean to be a jerk about it. I was just looking out for my little girl. She has a tender heart. It makes her an easy target to be taken advantage of.”

He wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. Miranda was a gentle spirit. She tried to see the best in people. I believed it’s why she had given me a chance.

“Do right by her, and we won’t have issues.”

“Thank you, sir. I intend to.” I reached my hand toward him, sweaty palm and all, to shake.

He roughly took it into both of his, smiling like a proud papa. “I give you my blessing.”

I had Miles’s blessing to marry Miranda. A lump formed in my throat. One little phrase had rendered me speechless. I nearly toppled over with gratitude and honor. All I could do was nod as we shook hands.

After our rather emotional conversation, Miles settled down and I enjoyed the rest of our time together. Still, his words seared into my mind:Do right by her, and we won’t have issues.

Miles Bradford had earned my respect.

When I became a father, I hoped to be like him. Of course, no man would be good enough for my daughter. The thought made me smile, thinking of Miranda and me having a baby.

No question, I admired Miles for being raw with his feelings and for loving his daughter enough to stand up to someone like me, someone who likely believed money gave them all the power to bend people to their will. Most rich people were self-centered, pompous assholes. Hell, six months ago, I could’ve been the billionaire boys club’s spokesperson, but not anymore. Those days were long gone. I was a different man, a better man.

I’d do Miles Bradford proud.

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