Mia Williams hadn't reacted yet when she saw a little lad as delicate as a porcelain doll running over and immediately hugging Dylan Wellington's leg.
Then, with practiced ease, the little one climbed up Dylan Wellington's leg and sat on his lap, wrapping a hand possessively around the man's neck.
The chubby little face snuggled into Dylan Wellington's neck: "Daddy... you're not allowed to date that vixen... you promised Molly you'd bring Skye back home to marry."
The little girl clung to Dylan Wellington's arms, swaying and shaking, fully demonstrating her attachment to him.
And here was Mr. Wellington, no matter how smooth he was with other women, completely under the spell of his daughter in front of this little girl.
