Grant saw the troubled look on her face the moment she turned away from Turner. The man smiled as though engaging her in a delightful conversation. Grant hadn’t gotten to her and Rebecca fast enough before Turner approached them. Had they quarreled? In any event, he wanted his daughter away from both of them. “I’ll take my daughter.” Grant bent to lift Rebecca up into his arms. “Now you two can talk without any disturbance.” “She’s not a problem—” Jenny stopped her sentence in midair. “I’d like to join you.” She nodded at Turner and walked alongside Grant. Fury consumed Grant, and he recognized a mixture of protectiveness and jealousy. “I don’t want my daughter in the middle of your personal affairs,” he whispered. “What are you talking about?” “Your traveling companion.” She paled. “I do not know the man.
