The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0112

What in the world has my girl this embarrassed? I reach out to take her hand. I don’t want her to be embarrassed or uncomfortable telling me anything. Ever. I want her to feel comfortable sharing every part of her life with me. I certainly had no idea such a simple question would elicit this response from her and now I’m desperate to know what it is. In the past desperate to know what it is. In the past when I’ve used this as an ice breaker on dates, the answer I get is something like, ‘I got my first kiss at seven.‘ Or ‘I

walked in on my parents having sex in the kitchen.‘ Silly things. Whatever this is, it’s important to Cara. And now I really, really want to know.

She continues to look down at her napkin. “Promise that you won’t make fun of me?”

I know I sound intense when I reply. “I would never!”

A soft smile breaks out across her face before she lifts her eyes to mine. “This is the first date I’ve ever been on.”

I’m stunned. I blink. Once. Twice.

this possible. She’s nearly 18. She’s a Guardian. She is known to have spent time with Liam, but she’s never been on a date? I

and she’s looking down again. I reach my hand under her chin and lift it up so she’s looking in my eyes. I lean in so our lips are barely touching. “I’m honored to be the first man to

unshed tears. Did she really think I would be mad or rude about it. I’m thrilled! It means I’m not measuring up to anyone. I get

one day stoke to a roaring fire. But for now, I enjoy her passion, listening to her quiet moans and

Jessica is getting on

get you anything

that replies. She hasn’t removed her hand from my face and she doesn’t take her eyes off me. “No, we’re good for

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+15 BONDS

intake of breath. Keeping her hand in mine, kissing her palm again, I look at our food. I take a piece of cheese and bring it to her mouth. I watch as she bites into the cheese, her eyes closing and a groan leaving her lips. “Take a sip of wine.” I tell her softly. “It will be even better

the rim of her glass as she sips

hand that I’m not holding and puts a piece of prosciutto on a slice of bread before bringing it to