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checked out of the hotel. There was no way he’d ever let her into his life again.
    Paul flicked on his signal, turned under the portico of Casa de Serenidad, and stopped in front of the valet. He’d barely opened his door when he heard Faith’s excited cry.
    “Daddy!”
    He thrust the painful memories of his ex aside. A broad smile on his face, he opened his arms wide and reached for his daughter, his joy. She was the reason he could still call himself a man. “Hi, Faith. How’s my baby girl doing?”
    “Hi, Daddy. I’m fine now that you’re here.” She smiled up at him.
    Paul smiled back, glad that he saw pride instead of worry. She and her brothers continued to be concerned about him at times. He wished there was some way to ease their minds.
    “I knew you’d make it,” she said.
    “I figured it was about time I paid you and Brandon a visit. Duncan and Cameron are next,” he told her. He’d already made sure his ex wouldn’t be there.
    “Then we better get things rolling,” she said.
    “Rolling? What are you talking about?” he asked, lines radiating across his forehead.
    “You’ll see.” She looked over her shoulder and his gaze followed. He expected to see Brandon. “Mama, we can ride with Daddy.”
    Paul’s gut clenched as he stared at his ex-wife. She looked as shocked as he felt. Unfortunately, she also looked beautiful in one of those fancy suits she’d started wearing after she came back.
    It still ate at him that another man could give her what he couldn’t. She swallowed and stared back. He quickly jerked his gaze away before she saw the yearning that was becoming more and more difficult to hide. “Faith.”
    “Please, Daddy. For me.” Her hand trembled on his chest. “I’ll ride in the front with you and Mama can ride in the back.”
    Lord have mercy, he thought. He didn’t want to be within a hundred miles of his greatest regret, and greatest temptation. “Where?” It was the only word he could get out.
    “Like I told Mama, to a new beginning.”

CHAPTER TWO
     
    Faith kept the conversation going on the way to their destination. She wasn’t nervous, she was sad. It was so easy to see that her parents still cared. She just hoped what they’d planned was enough to help them find a way back to each other.
    “We’re almost there,” Faith said.
    Her father threw her a quick glance, the truck braking. “Please tell me you’re not…”
    Faith gently placed her hand on his arm. “It’s something Brandon and I have talked about.”
    After a long, intense moment of staring at her, her father eased off the brakes. Faith didn’t breathe easier until he continued down the street instead of turning around. He stopped in front of a single-story yellow adobe-and-wood home on a quiet street, and switched off the motor. An uneasy silence pervaded the truck.
    Faith knew her mother in the backseat was probably having the same misgivings as her father. They’d shared so many good times here, but this was also the last place they’d been together just before her mother had left on a private jet with another man.
    Paul’s hands flexed on the steering wheel as he fought painful memories and the need to drive away as fast as he could. How could Faith do this to him?
    Faith got out of the truck and opened the back door. “Come on, Mama.”
    In the rearview mirror, he saw his ex bite her lower lip. She didn’t want to be here either. Tough. She was the cause of this. Wrenching the door open, he got out and slammed it shut.
    He thought he heard her gasp and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, ordering himself to keep calm. Anger meant he cared.
    Faith, holding her mother’s arm, stopped midway up the walkway. She held out her other hand for him. He hesitated. He didn’t want to be that close to his ex, but the patience and love in his daughter’s eyes was stronger.
    As soon as her arm curved around his, she began talking. “This is where you raised your children to be