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hands clasping the dog, pulling her close. She buried her face against Daisy, and he had the sneaking suspicion she was hiding tears. His kid would do that. She’d hide it when she cried, and she’d fight anyone who said those were tears on her cheeks.
    Duke sat there watching the girl who was his daughter. He didn’t know what to say. He definitely didn’t know what a dad would do in this situation.
    He did know he’d knock down mountains for her. “Lilly, I’m sorry. If I’d known...”
    She glared, eyes narrowed. “Sorry?” She shook her head, one tear sliding down her cheek. She brushed it away. “For what? For not telling me? For acting like my friend?”
    Oregon opened her mouth; he was sure she meant to reprimand Lilly. He put a hand up, stopping the words. “She has a right to be angry.”
    He didn’t have a manual on parenting, but he knew all about being an angry kid.
    â€œYeah, angry.” Lilly said it like she was trying to find the emotion that fit. He guessed there was a lot of hurt. How much did they tell her? How much did they keep from her?
    He looked to Oregon because she had the experience he was lacking. She moved her chair closer to her daughter. No, retract that, his daughter. Their daughter. He studied her face.
    â€œLilly, Duke didn’t know. I waited too long and by the time I had found him, he’d joined the army and was on his way to Afghanistan.”
    â€œBut you came here to tell him, and you didn’t. Right?” Lilly swiped at angry tears chasing a trail down her cheeks. Duke brushed dampness from his own cheeks.
    He hated that she was crying and that he didn’t know how to fix this for her. He loved this kid and had from the first moment she bounded up the steps of the diner, asking for odd jobs to raise money for a horse. He’d given her a bridle for Christmas. She’d made him a card with a horse she drew. She’d signed it “with love, Lilly.”
    They’d had an immediate connection, he guessed. And he hadn’t been smart enough to figure it out, to see the smile, the blue eyes, for what they were. His eyes. His sister’s smile. Yeah, he saw it now. Lilly looked like his little sister, Samantha, but with Oregon’s dark hair.
    â€œI took too long,” Oregon admitted. “For that I owe you both an apology, and I hope you’ll forgive me. I just wanted to know for sure...”
    She looked up, meeting his gaze. He saw tears gather in her eyes and escape down the slopes of her cheeks. “I messed up,” she whispered.
    â€œYeah, you did.” Lilly wasn’t all about forgiveness at the moment. Duke knew she’d get past it. She was that kind of kid.
    â€œLilly, your mom wanted to know that I was a person she’d want in your life. And I can tell you, a few years back, I wasn’t. I’ve made a lot of mistakes.”
    She shot him a look. “Yeah, you did.”
    â€œNo. You’re not a mistake,” he countered.
    â€œNot a mistake, just...” She grabbed her crutches and stood. “What am I?”
    â€œOur daughter,” Duke said, wishing he could take back twelve years and redo everything. But he couldn’t.
    â€œI’m taking a walk.” Lilly hobbled off.
    Duke started to go after her. Oregon stopped him, a hand on his arm. “Let her have a few minutes alone.”
    He sat back down in the chair next to Oregon. He watched his daughter walk away, Daisy at her heels but keeping a careful distance. He knew where she was going. She was going to the horses.
    â€œWhat are we going to do?” he asked Oregon. She was watching Lilly walk away.
    â€œWe’re going to be parents together. We’ll figure it out.”
    â€œRight. Of course we will.” But Oregon had already figured it out. He was the one who had a lot to learn.
    He’d spent most of his life not planning to marry, not planning on kids.