Daddy's Little Sweetheart (Daddy 15)

“I wanted to live on a ranch and work with horses,” Aston said.

“What about you, Kyla?” Faith asked.

“When I was ten, I wanted a rich man to come to get me and tell me he was my daddy.”

“Why rich?” Aston asked.

“Because we never had enough food or money for anything. I had a teddy bear I got from the hospital, but he finally fell apart when I was nine, and my mom didn’t know how to sew or care to try. I still have him in a bag. I haven’t had the time or the extra money to find someone to fix him.”

Everyone stared at her with sympathy, and she hated that. “Hey, it could have been worse,” she said.

Faith reached over and squeezed her hand. “I hope you get your wish.”

“That was when I was ten. I know better now.”

“You never know,” Larkin said.

****

Duncan had stopped outside of the door of the playroom when he heard Kyla’s voice. Every thought of getting to know Kyla had swept away when she talked about finding a rich daddy. Hell, he’d dated women like that in the past, where money was what attracted them and nothing else.

He turned away. He’d heard enough.

At the base of the stairs, Rylan stopped him.

“Hey, did you find her?”

Duncan nodded. “Yeah, she’s not the type of girl that appeals to me.”

Rylan’s brows lifted. “Really, I thought Kyla was perfect for you.”

“Sorry. I’ll keep looking.”

“What was it about her you didn’t like?” Rylan asked.

“She’s a little too greedy for me.”

“Serious? Where did you get that?”

“I overheard them talking. Hey, man, I need to get back to work. I’ll talk to you later.”

“All right.”

Duncan got in his car and drove off. He’d not had a conversation with the girl, but he’d been excited to get to know the pretty dark-haired girl with beautiful green eyes. He couldn’t understand the level of disappointment he felt, and it pissed him off.

No, he was better off on his own.