She Looked up at him with nothing but trust.

Smiling, Waylen then turned to Korbyn and made the necessary introductions.

"Dad, this is Rena."

Then he slipped his arm around Rena's waist and whispered, “Well, say hello to my father."

Korbyn was a middle-aged man, but he had aged like fine wine. In a way, he looked like an older, more mature version of Waylen.