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floppy, brown and white bunny dressed in a miniature Hawaiian shirt. His fur is a little matted in spots, a little thin in others, and one of his ears has a line of white stiches along the seam where I had to patch a tear, very inexpertly.

He’s the only thing I have from my father.

β€œWho is this?” Logan asks.

β€œPeter Aloha Bunny,” I tell him, feeling the prick of tears behind my eyes. I don’t want to cry. Logan’s being wonderful again. Gentle and generous. That shouldn’t make me cry.

β€œDid he come from Hawaii?”

I nod. β€œMy dad brought him back for me.”

For my sixth birthday, I think, although my memories of it are vague and my mother refused to talk about my father after he left us, so she wouldn’t ever confirm my misty recollection.

Logan strokes Peter Aloha Bunny’s head, then hands him back to me. β€œIt’s nice to meet Peter Aloha Bunny. Would you like to keep him on your bed or mine?”

I shake my head, unable to answer.

β€œWhy don’t you put him away for now, and when you decide, you can unpack him. If you want him in here, he goes on the right pillow. Left side’s mine.”

β€œYes, Daddy.” I blink hard and swallow my tears, then hold out my arms.

He sweeps me up and cuddles me against his chest. β€œEasy, baby. Too much?”

I shake my head and whisper into his warm throat. β€œJust emotional.”

β€œYou know it’s okay to be emotional with me. We’ve talked about that before. I’m proud of you, baby, for the trust you just showed me. I wouldn’t ever hurt your bunny or take him away from you. He’s yours. Little girls need their lovies.”

I nod. I’m going to cry. I can’t help it.

β€œOops.” He catches the first tear on his fingers as it spills, wipes it away and kisses my forehead. β€œYou’re safe with me, Emmy. This is a safe place, right here, in Daddy’s arms. You can show me anything. Tell me anything. I’ll keep it safe, right here.”

That does it. I grab two handfuls of his T-shirt, bury my face in them and bawl.

He holds me, rubbing my back, as I blubber into his shirt.

My tears don’t last long, thank goodness, maybe because they’re from letting go of little fears, rather than the deep catharsis of yesterday. Or maybe I’m just dehydrated. I take a few shaky breaths and wipe my face, then realize what a mess I’ve made of his shirt.

β€œDaddy, I’m sorry.” I hold his tear–and oh, God, is that snot?–stained shirt between my hands.

He chuckles. β€œNo problem. I was going to change after I showered anyway. Let’s get these balls in you if you still want to wear them to lunch. If it’s too much today, just say so.”

I shake my head. β€œI’d like to wear them for you.”

His warm β€œgood girl” makes me shiver all the way to my toes.

* * *

Logan holds my hand as we walk up the wide staircase from our cabins to the Lido deck. The weighted, silver balls he’s put inside me shift slightly with each step but are so much nicer on stairs than Morris-the-purple-butt plug, which he’s told me I’m wearing to dinner. I’m not sure I’m looking forward to that.

I’m definitely not looking forward to lunch. I really dislike groups of strangers. I’m okay one-on-one, but in groups I just want the floor to open up and swallow me.

We stop at the sliding doors leading to the Rose Murex Lounge to use the dispenser of hand sanitizer that’s at the door of every public area on the ship. While we were boarding, the pursers asked us to use the hand sanitizers liberally. Since I don’t want whatever the other couple hundred people on the ship are carrying, I do.

When I finish rubbing the gel into my hands, Logan holds his arm out. I tuck myself into his side and let him lead me through the sliding doors.

The lounge is already full of women, even though we’re ten minutes early. There are two lines of booths along the windows of the lounge, and platforms on each end where there are larger tables. Some of the tables are already occupied. Waiters in the ship’s uniformβ€”a pink thong for men and an iridescent cream bikini for womenβ€”circulate among the tables, offering champagne, mimosas, and sodas. One of the waitstaff bounces over to us: literally bounces on her cream-and-gold Nikes.

β€œHello! I’m Jemma. Can I help you find your place card? Once you’re seated, there will be a short presentation, then we’ll take your order. Would you like a complementary glass of champagne?”

She’s too bubbly for me. I draw back against Logan’s side, shaking my head.

β€œLet’s find your tag, sweetheart,” Logan murmurs into my hair.

I almost beg him to let me return to the cabin with him, but he wanted me to do this. I can do it for him. I nod mutely.

We find my place card at a table for four on the far end of the lounge. Logan seats me and drops a kiss on the top of my head. My back’s to the open deck and pool beyond the doors behind me, but I have a nice view of the ocean out of the panoramic window to my left, and there’s a magnificent ice sculpture of Poseidon and his foam-maned horses slowly melting a few feet away that I can admire. Poseidon bears a distinct resemblance to Jason Momoa, which makes me smile.

I draw my Kindle out of my bag and set it next to the cream and gold place setting in front of me.

Logan leans down and kisses my forehead. β€œAt least say hello to the other girls at your table before you bury your nose in your book, baby. If you’re not having fun, you have my permission to rock back and forth in your chair and think of Daddy.” He winks at me. β€œI’ll see you back at the cabin.”

I smile up at him. β€œTa very much.”

β€œI

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