Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Wright
Never forget that human logic is highly variable. One individual will hold firmly to traditional dating timelines and another will see the logic in living with their mate as soon as possible. There does not seem to be any scientific way to predict their reactions.
Chapter 18
Dane
“I really think this is more important, Daddy.” Shoot. I was going to have to watch that when we got to the store. Calling him Daddy would not make dealing with the salespeople easier. “We can go get more vegetables later this weekend. I don’t know how quickly they can deliver a new chair, and I don’t want to have to worry about trying to get that organized next week.”
The idea of strangers coming in to carry a large chair up to the second floor had him sighing and the weird pushback stopped. “You are right, my Dane. That is an activity I must be present for and I have additional meetings this week.”
Since that seemed to be painful, I tried to look sympathetic.
“My division has started the interesting human habit of meetings that should have been emails.” He enunciated the last part so oddly, I almost laughed as he started moving around the living room, gathering up his phone and wallet as he mumbled to himself about falling humans and heavy furniture.
The list of all the things that were stressful just kept going and it seemed like Daddy had found something new to obsess about. Delivery men. Of course, the whole buying furniture thing seemed to frustrate him too, so I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that he didn’t like that part either.
I knew there had to be something else going on in his fascinating brain, but I waited until we were in the car and I was safely buckled in after a long lecture on the dangers of being wiggly in a moving vehicle before bringing it up.
Cars were much more dangerous than coffee makers, but he hadn’t figured out a way to get around needing one yet, so he’d just sucked it up.
And complained.
A lot.
But at least he hadn’t tried to take the car away from me, so I was going to listen to his worries politely. I was also going to pretend that I never drove at all and stayed home all week. Yep, there was no reason to mention bank runs or having to go to the post office.
“Why don’t you want to go pick out a new chair?” There was some kind of logic, but I hadn’t figured it out yet.
Daddy liked rocking me.
Daddy had understood why I wanted a little chair and a grown-up chair.
Daddy had even helped me move furniture around in the bedroom so the chair already had a home.
He just hadn’t wanted to actually buy it.
“I have not found salespeople to be…” His voice trailed off and he let out a wonderfully dramatic sigh. “It is not polite, my Dane.”
Daddy was never rude.
None of them were ever rude.
This was going to be fun.
“I won’t tell, Daddy, but I think I need to understand it before we get to the store.” Or he was going to be dramatic all afternoon and that would drive me crazy. “So please feel free to be rude and I won’t hold it against you.”
He wiggled and let out a deep breath as he somehow used nearly every limb to drive the car. It was distracting as fuck to watch and let him drag out answering me way too long. But eventually, I managed to pull my gaze back to the front and he realized I was paying attention again.
“Please remember you encouraged my discourtesy, my Dane.” He sounded ashamed of himself but he’d also gotten the same tone when he’d forgotten to buy milk at the store the other day…so I wasn’t overly concerned yet.
“I promise, Daddy.”
Yep, I was right.
“The humans that have self-designated as salespeople are…are not intelligent, my Dane. It is…I was…” He actually had to take a deep breath, but I was too focused on controlling myself to give him the right amount of sympathy.
It was just too funny.
“They do not understand color variations and most cannot articulate how their items are designed or manufactured.” He seemed shocked by that. He could’ve made more sense out of seeing humans walking around naked to sell showerheads better. “No matter if they are selling cars or beds or the appliance called a toaster, they do not understand the basic components.”
Oh, that would’ve been…
I’d have loved to have been a fly on the wall for those conversations.
“I’ll handle the salespeople, Daddy.” Yep, I could do that. “I don’t mind dealing with smart humans or dumb ones, and I’ll use simple words to describe the colors.”
His relief was almost tangible, but he seemed sad or something. “I cannot make my human mate suffer.”