Page 312 of Bad Prince
I nod slowly.
But inside—everything is shifting.
Rearranging.
Because for the first time—this isn’t about whether he wants me.
It’s about the truth I can’t push down anymore.
I want him.
And that?
That changes everything.
“I miss him.”
The words are still sitting between us, quiet but heavy, when my father studies my face like he’s reading something deeper than what I just said.
Then—his expression shifts.
Just slightly.
A flicker of something lighter.
Amusement.
I narrow my eyes a little. “What?”
He exhales through his nose, almost a laugh. “I was not expecting to be having this conversation so soon.”
I blink. “I just found out I had a father less than a week ago… and now you’re giving me dating advice?”
That lands.
His mouth curves, slow and effortless.
“Ah,” he says, nodding once. “Fair point.”
I cross my arms, one brow lifting. “This feels… accelerated.”
He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “Romance and women…” he says, voice smooth, that Spanish accent wrapping around the words like velvet. “Some say I am very good at it.”
A beat.
“Some say I am terrible.”
I snort softly despite myself.
“Which one are you?” I ask.
His eyes glint.
“Depends who you ask.”
That makes me laugh—really laugh, the tension in my chest loosening just a little.
He watches me for a second longer than necessary.
