"But Dylan is so mean…" Keira relaxed her grip on his shirt. She stared at his worrisome gaze for a brief moment before leaning her head against his chest. She wanted to listen to his heartbeat, wondering if it was as chaotic as her own, but their height difference wasn't so much that it was at ear level. Her lips were just slightly above William's broad shoulders, so she leaned against them instead.
"Does he treat you badly?"
This man—! Is he that ignorant of everything? REALLY?
"You don't know? He likes to say mean things and make me do weird chores." Her voice came out in a soft whine. For the first time ever, William witnessed his quiet, withdrawn daughter act childishly and complain about things she felt wronged by. "He doesn't like me at all."
Well…I mean…he DOES like me. Keira felt like she should thank her distant relationship with her three brothers, which made it a lot easier to accept that Dylan liked her in a more romantic sense.
