Chapter 29

But how much was he willing to sacrifice for that chance?

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Noah sighed and collapsed on his couch. “Now be honest with me. Bedtime is your favorite time of day, isn’t it?”

Luke laughed. “Yeah, usually.”

“I usually watch television this time of night, but I think right now, I’ll just enjoy the quiet.”

Luke lowered himself to the couch beside him and dropped his head back, clearly exhausted. “I can’t believe she’s already asleep. I figured she’d be too wired for a while.”

“Wired? From what? The twelve cotton candies you let her have? Or the excitement of meeting Winnie the Pooh?”

“I did not let her have twelve cotton candies.”

“She had a bag of pink sugar in her hand all day,” Noah pointed out.

“She just took her time to savor it.”

Noah snorted. “Whatever. I can’t believe how much you spoiled her today.”

“Hey,” Luke said defensively, “she’s my daughter, and if I want to spoil her on her first trip to Disneyland, then I can.”