He might have never met the girl before, but there was no way Jack couldn't respond to that look in her eyes. Forget whatever thoughts were churning in his brain, Emma looked on the edge of breaking.
"C'mon," he repeated, slipping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to his body. "You look like you could do with a drink, and I know I sure as hell could."
And he had to ask, soft and gentle, searching her face for any signs of resemblance. "Daughter?"