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“Creed, hi,” Her eyes crinkle at the

sides when she smiles.

"Hi, Sin. So this is your Gracie,

then?" I smirk down at the little girl that

is as pretty as her mother. "Sinclair, this

is my father, Hank. Dad, this is

Sinclair. Her folks are from around

here."

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, missy.”

Dad extends a hand and shakes Sin’s

hands vigorously.