Christmas with Daddy. C.J. Carmichael

for me.” He had started to wheel the stroller down the hall when he suddenly noticed her display of Christmas cards.

      “What the hell.” He picked up one of the cards, frowned, then glanced at her. “Where did you get this?”

      She took the card from his hand, slightly annoyed by his tone. “In the mail. Why?”

      “You know Attorney General Lang?”

      “His wife is a client of mine.”

      Nick let out a low whistle. “Interesting.”

      “Why is this such a big deal? Do you know the Lang family?”

      “Unfortunately, yes.” He removed a photograph from his shirt pocket and showed it to her.

      Annabel’s daughter stared up at her.

      Why did Nick have a picture of Tara? Before she could ask the question, she knew the answer. “Tara is the runaway you’re looking for.”