Fin eased in a breath. His voice was deep and gentle. Not harsh and angry like her father's.

She glanced sideways at Findlay; he stared out the window, the money gripped in his hand. Fin wished Shane had given it to her. Not that it would make any difference. Her father would still drink it all but at least she could have made it last longer, even if she had to take a slap on the face to do it.

The stranger said she shouldn't let her father talk to her the way he did. She'd like to know how to stop him and bit her tongue to prevent asking the stranger that question.

A little smile kinked the sides of her mouth. He had nice eyes, treacle brown. When the sun hit them, she was reminded of her silky oak French polished bed head, with its different shades and depths.

Her smile broadened. His eyes went with his voice.

"What the hell are you smiling about?"

Fin bit her top lip. "Nothing. I'm not."

Her father huffed and looked back out of the window.

Fin put herself in the red velvet dress and pretended the stranger was Rhett Butler.

Before the image developed, she shut it down because she never danced with Rhett Butler or any man when she was dressed in the red velvet gown.

Super short chapter but had to separate it. xoxo

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