Here's to me winning the game I didn't even know I was playing. To you, Paul said grudgingly. After having a sip, Walt said, I know you pretty well, Paul. Before today, I never had a doubt about you. So, I'll only ask once-you plan to treat my daughter well? Like solid gold, sir. Despite everything. If you're her choice, that's good enough for me. And he raised the glass again. Thank you, sir. But really, he said, chuckling. You walked right into it. Vanni
by Robyn Carr
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In this excerpt from "Second Chance Pass" by Robyn Carr, two characters, Paul and Walt, engage in a conversation that reveals their mutual respect despite a hint of rivalry. Paul acknowledges a connection he wasn't fully aware of, while Walt affirms his confidence in Paul’s intentions towards his daughter, indicating that his daughter’s happiness is what matters most to him. Walt's toast highlights the supportive yet wary nature of their relationship.

As they share a drink, the conversation takes on a light-hearted tone despite the underlying seriousness of Walt's inquiry about how Paul plans to treat his daughter. Paul's appreciative response and chuckle show that he understands the gravity of Walt's question but is comfortable confirming his intentions. This exchange encapsulates the theme of protection and the importance of trust in relationships, particularly between a father and a potential suitor.

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