“Is something wrong?” Dahlia asked.

Dahlia stood beside Grant, her face lifted as she searched his gaze.

Those eyes of hers saw too much. He couldn’t bear for her to glimpse that lost part of him that had never quite recovered. He shook his head. All he wanted was to be a good father to his twin stepdaughters. But was he?

Though Dahlia smiled, her beautiful hazel eyes didn’t have their usual twinkle. They locked on to his, freezing him in place.

“Would you like to go for a coffee?” Dahlia asked after a moment. She had more to say about him and the girls, he knew.

Grant was surprised by how much he wanted to say yes. “I should get the twins to bed,” he said.

“May I help?” The sparkle flashed back into her eyes.

“You want to help with bath time? You’ll get soaked,” he warned.

“It’s happened before. I didn’t melt,” Dahlia teased. “As long as you don’t mind sharing them for a while.”

Mind? He was delighted. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”