Chapter 2: Greetings, shocks and some brotherly advice
“Mommy is everything ok?” The little girl asked again when she received no answer, tugging at the falda of the woman siguiente to her.
Lucas’ eyes left the little girl’s face and went on the woman whose falda the girl was tugging.
One look in those beautiful green eyes was enough for him to stop breathing. It was Peyton, and god did she look beautiful. Her hair was done in waves and she had minimal amount of makeup on, the look that suited her most-natural. She had grown in the three years he had been away, she had a más mature and grown-up...
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