Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Time to wake up, little one.”
Oh…Daddy was waking me up?
I groaned into my pillow and squirmed around, effectively getting myself twisted in the duvet. I reached out blindly, only to come up with nothing. No one was next to me! I scowled and cracked my eyes open, disoriented as all heck.
Daddy was putting on his clothes and smirking at me.
“You’re up early,” I said. I sat up and yawned, and I was sure my hair pointed in every direction.
“When I suggested we sleep in yesterday, you and Daddy looked at me like I was an alien,” he responded. “So, here I am, at the crack of dawn…”
Just in time for Master to emerge from the bathroom!
I snickered and climbed out of the bed. “It’s hardly dawn.” One glance at Daddy’s watch on the nightstand told me it was past eight!
“Are you complaining about sleep again, darling?” Dean smooched Daddy’s cheek and tucked his shirt into his pants.
Daddy huffed and reached for his wallet. “I’m not gonna get into this with you two.”
Master and I exchanged a grin, and then I hurried to get ready. Daddy had already put out my clothes, so I jumped into a pair of khaki shorts and shrugged on my new T-shirt we’d bought yesterday.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I was ready to go!
I was so excited.
We left the hotel room together, and the cobblestone streets of Verdun greeted us outside. So did the sun and the late-summer heat. Freaking sweet! We’d only been in France three days, and we’d already found a new favorite café for our breakfast feast. They served the best croissants ever!
Talk about nightmare forgotten.
I was in heaven.
Today, we were visiting the Overlord Museum, where I estimated we’d be all day. Because I’d seen pictures and read about the museum, so I knew it was a top-notch attraction. Also, Professor Daddy had been there before, and he’d said it was the best WWI museum out there. So yeah.
I skipped the last bit to the corner café, then glanced back at my Daddies. So stinking cute—they were holding hands, and Santiago was totally thawing out from his morning grumpiness.
“Come onnnn. We gots to carb up for our day at the museum!” I called. “Also, Daddy, did you bring the allowances I saved up? I’m gonna buy the whole gift shop!”
“For the third time, I have your savings, baby,” Santiago chuckled. “We’re ready to carry all the books you’re gonna buy.”
Uhh, it wasn’t just books. I ticked each item off my fingers. “And pins and stickers and a map and a puzzle—I already checked online. They have everything.”
Master reached me first and draped an arm around me. “Then we definitely need to carb up. Let’s eat, my little historian.”
“Is that with or without a comma?” I giggled.
He rumbled a sexy laugh and ushered me into the café. “First with, then without when we get back to the hotel.”
Deal!