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moving to Sugarberry was the best way he knew how to do that. Up until nine months ago, he’d only had himself to consider. But he knew for a fact, what life had been like for him, and would continue to be for her, in Atlanta. He wouldn’t return to it, and he wasn’t about to let her stay in it.
    I Regarding that, he knew he’d made the right choice. Coming to Sugarberry? Bringing Delilah’s mother into Lilly’s life? Taking her out of such privileged surroundings and raising her in a cottage on the beach? Who the hell knew about those questions?
    At the moment, he’d be happy to figure out how to make her laugh again.
    “Moggy, I’m done,” she called out, snapping him out of his reverie.
    He tossed the folder onto the cluttered surface of the desk and went out to the kitchen. “Let’s see.”
    She handed him the coloring book.
    “You did great.” It was clearly the work of a child, but he noted how painstakingly she’d made sure to stay inside all the lines. Was that her nature? Or a result of the How Young Ladies Behave indoctrination handed down from dear grandmama? He’d figure it out in time. “Can I do one?”
    She nodded and flipped through the small booklet. “This one,” she said, laying it on the table and pointing. “That’s a boy turtle.”
    “It is, is it?” he said, charmed. He had a million things to accomplish if he was going to get moving on the project with Gabe, not to mention the consultant work he was still doing for his clients out west. But, for the moment, nothing seemed more important than doing a little coloring. He pulled out the chair and sat down. “So, was yours a girl turtle?”
    Her eyes widened and she might have looked a little hurt. “Couldn’t you tell?”
    “Oh, sure, sure,” he said, becoming a floundering guardian again. Please don’t ask me how I can tell, he silently begged, needing all the parenting street cred he could build.
    She slid the book away from him and turned back to her page. “See? Her tail is short.” She turned back to his page. “Boy turtles have long tails.” She looked up at Morgan. “Didn’t you listen to Dr. Langley?”
    Morgan didn’t know whether to laugh or melt. Sometimes she sounded wise beyond her years, like a tiny little professor, yet she pronounced turtles with no /r/ sound, and added a good syllable or three to the esteemed doctor’s last name. Feeling utterly defenseless in the face of her kind of nerdy adorableness, he could only hope he got a better grip on that before she grew any older or he’d be the worst kind of pushover. “I did. But I guess I missed that part.”
    “These are the colors I used.” She slid the pile over to him.
    “Are you sure these aren’t girl turtle colors?” he teased.
    “They’re the same color,” she responded. The look on her face told him she wasn’t sure if he was as smart as she thought he was.
    “Of course. I was just testing you.” He’d been kidding, but she nodded, as if she expected no less than to be grilled on the accuracy of a simple coloring book picture. It made him feel like . . . well, like a Westlake. He generally tried to avoid that.
    He started coloring, but his big boy hands and a little kid coloring book weren’t always a good match. He didn’t miss the slight intake of breath every time he went outside the lines. Smiling, he glanced up at her. “I’m not much of an inside-the-lines guy.”
    “That’s why the lines are there,” she said, in the way someone might gently help the totally clueless. “So you know where to stop coloring.”
    His smile grew. “I see them as more of a general guideline.” When she kept looking at the page, frowning a little, he asked, “Does it bug you if it’s a little messy? You know, you can color however you want. It’s your picture. As long as you like it, that’s all that matters.”
    She looked up at him, appearing truly curious. “Do you like it that way?”
    He pretended to give his half-colored