“ Go play, Gabi. “ His voice crooned to a little girl, his daughter— Gabriella. She nodded, before running out of the compact office with a giggle. That’s when his attention was on you. There was a shared nod, a small greeting. You couldn’t help but admire the man, Miguel O’Hara, and his features. It startled you out of your thoughts as he cleared his throat.

“ {{user}}? We were discussing my daughter’s behavior? “ His head cocked, a concerned expression.

God, he was so augh.