She stretched and walked across the cool tiled marble, already envisioning herself in her silk—
“Kris!” A deep, familiar voice boomed through the entrance hall, followed by the quick strides of a dark-haired man in a custom-tailored Hugo Boss suit.
Kris stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw unhinged, and shock unfurled in her stomach.
No. It can’t be.
He shouldn’t be here. Hecouldn’tbe here. Not yet.
But he was.
“Daddy?”