Davis said softly as they danced to a slow, sweet song.“Well, I have to say that I’ve got the honor of dancing with one of the handsomest and most sought-after men in the room,” Lola said. Her father laughed. The amusement lingered in his eyes. “Not me. I’m not looking for another woman. Your mother was more than enough for me.” She felt a twinge inside her chest. “Have you danced with Mother, yet?” “Not yet. I suppose that I’m going to have to do that at some point this evening, but I was hoping to put it off as long as possible,” he answered wryly. “Oh, come on, Dad,” Lola admonished. “You’ve both been so good tonight, and I’m very grateful for that. It would make me so happy if the two of you could at least reach a truce of some sort.” With a smile of admonition, he kissed her forehead. “Sweetheart, please don’t waste any of your happiness today worrying about what your mother and I might or might not do. We’ll be fine and we both want only what’s best for you, and that’s for you to be happy.”
