“There he is,” she said to Nadine as she leaned down to her face.
They both walked towards Flynn who must have had an idea the girl was his – he
followed each of their steps as they came closer.
Emma’s knees grew weaker with every step. What if she couldn’t say a word, either?
My, he looked gorgeous. She took Nadine’s hand and stopped in front of Flynn, noticing how the girl moved more and more behind her. “Flynn McCormack?” Emma asked.
“How are you? I’m Emma, and this is–” she pointed at Nadine, “–this is Nadine. I’ve
been looking after her and I was asked–”
Ignoring Nadine’s companion, he kneeled down in front of the girl and rested his arm on his leg. “Hey, little Muffin!”
“Hi.” Nadine’s reply was shy, nothing more than just a whisper.
They both looked at each other.
“Are you my dad?” Nadine asked with slightly more voice, but still hiding behind