CHAPTER 2

Missy shook her head, her mind racing. Matt was a good guy, she thought, and he looked at me like a daughter. Of course he wouldn’t have ever looked at me that way. Damn, she thought, feeling as though she was missing out on something truly wonderful. Matt noticed his daughter’s dark expression and was overcome with concern. “Is everything okay, Missy?” he asked walking into the foyer. He set his black leather briefcase down on the small table by the wall and came closer, reaching his hands out and clasping Missy’s small fingers into his own. “Missy?” “Oh, yeah, everything’s just fine,” Missy replied anxious to direct his attention elsewhere. She didn’t want him seeing her looking at him that way, but she couldn’t help but think about him with Alicia. Perhaps she was making far more out of it than it actually was. She sucked in her breath, angry at herself for becoming her Mother. She wanted to be anything but her. “Did you have a good meeting?” Missy asked, daring to look up at Matt w