Kendra’s POV
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.
The moment the words “You can always call me daddy” left Scott Fischer’s mouth, the floor might as well have cracked open beneath me. My lips parted in shock. Heat rushed to my face, so fierce and instant that I knew I had turned beet red. He was looking at me like that. Saying things like that.
He laughed under his breath, slow and low, clearly amused by my reaction. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Caleb groaned beside me.
“Dad, seriously???”
Scott just gave his son a crooked smirk, clearly unfazed. I jerked my head to the side, forcing his fingers to slip from my chin.
“If you want me to respect you,” I said, my voice tight with humiliation and barely-restrained rage, “you should be more polite to me. I’m sure my father woul
