Chloe. My daughter was a strong swimmer, her small form cutting c

e boomed, his voice grating

her opportunity. She turned to

rodigy. A real performer.

her attention ba

nt man. Why don' t you show him a trick? Do a n

lled with confusion and fear. The high dock was at

d. The word w

d onto the lawn, positioning mys

y property. I' m telling you for the last

e vanished. Her

position to te

o I' d assumed were just part of her loud entourage, stepp

. I tried to push past one of them. He

fidence restored. "Mike would be thrilled if we landed Big Ric

dock where Chloe was now trying to climb o

r voice sickly sweet. "Just one litt

ed for Ch

" I snarled, struggling aga

ury rising inside me. This wasn't about a l