“And you would know this how?”Taking a closer look, he noted Cat’s windblown strawberry-gold hair and her pristine shorts and t-shirt.She’d been out running in her pelt.He sighed. “Cat, you’re not supposed to be out that far. Your mom’ll have my head if something happens to you.”The girl rolled her eyes. “Mom’s more worried about you right now.”Shit. “Tell your mom to worry about her mate.”“Daddy Dan’s worried about you too.”With a sigh, Kyle wiped his hands on the rag hanging from the waistband of his filthy jeans and leaned against the fender to stare at his daughter.Catene Rossini Ferrante stared back with all the wide-eyed innocence a fifteen-year-old girl could muster. And damn if she didn’t pull it off. Then again, he was somewhat prejudiced.The baby she’d been had stolen his heart the moment her mother had put her in his arms and told him he was her father. Which turned out to be only half true. His best friend Danilo Ferrante had an equal shot at that title.Good thing he and Dan had been strong enough friends to weather the resulting years.
