Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
His mental wandering was taking us further and further from whatever he’d been worried about, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to get him back on track or not. Depending on the insanity level of the original topic, pulling up Google and figuring out his bush questions might be a better way to spend lunch.
Unfortunately, Alick helped get us back on track before I could make the decision. “Not relevant at the moment.”
Kenzie sat up, nodding as he realized he agreed with Alick. “Yes, Mr. Librarian is much more important than an unknown bush.”
Dammit.
He wasn’t wrong but I’d found several good ways to put off going to the library, and I wasn’t happy with his fucking with my procrastination techniques. But explaining that would’ve meant revealing my procrastination, so I had to sound reasonable. “Can I ask what’s wrong with the librarian?”
“I can tell you.”
Ignoring the peanut gallery as I took a sip of my iced tea, I focused on Kenzie but he couldn’t do the same. He beamed and leaned over the back of the booth. “No, thank you. I can handle it.”
Lovely.
Now half the town would know what was going on in the next ten minutes…there would be no way to put off the conversation any longer.
“I was discussing the playdate party with Daddy and we both agreed that part of Mr. Librarian’s reservations was because he’s ready to know about us. He’s the needs knowledge type of sub and we’re not giving him what he needs to find the right headspace.” Kenzie was either having a moment of brilliance or his Daddy had been focusing on my librarian entirely too much.
Hearing the bell on the door of the diner ding made me stop and go over what Kenzie had said. Shit. I stretched up and looked around the diner but didn’t see anyone concerning right off the bat. Kenzie hadn’t said the D word but he’d come entirely too close.
“We’re fine. I chased off a tourist who tried to come in.”
For fuck’s sake.
That was going to be one online review I didn’t want to read.
Kenzie didn’t seem to see the problem as he smiled at one of our wonderfully helpful residents. “Thank you.”
Lord.
It was no wonder Stefan suspected something was up, but I’d have to work on that problem another time.
“I agree. He needs to be told because half the town has done something strange in front of him.” Or at the very least something not very human. “I was hoping to give him time to figure out his personal life first.”
Stretching up again, I glared at the customers who were hanging on our every word. “Which he doesn’t need anyone commenting on or trying to help him out with.”
I needed to eat at home more often.
Ignoring the grumbles and rude stares that got me, I sat down in the booth and went back to glaring at Kenzie. “However, that doesn’t seem like a reasonable goal any longer.”
I just hoped adding more insanity to his life wouldn’t push him away from me or everything I wanted to talk to him about. But considering the situation couldn’t get any worse than him playing keep-away at the playdate party, I didn’t have a choice any longer.
“That’s wonderful.” Giving me an overly cheerful smile, Kenzie wiggled excitedly as I tried to decide if his pleased expression was real or fake. “If it comes up in conversation, feel free to explain to him that I would love to come play with him, little or big. I’m interesting either way.”
Wasn’t that the truth.
Kenzie didn’t seem to realize why that was so fucking funny to everyone in the diner, so he just shook his head and ignored it. “I think he would enjoy playing with my toys even if it’s just relaxing to him.”
Frowning, Kenzie leaned his elbows on the table. “Because I’m not sure he’s a playing kind of little. He was big even when we were eating cake and coloring. It’s mind-boggling.”
Only Kenzie could say that sentence with a straight face.
“Don’t forget he’s still confused about the town, but it would also make sense if other things made him feel little.” Alick finally chimed in, shrugging as Kenzie turned to him. “Things like bottles? If he’s a younger little, the toys we were playing with might be too thinky for him? He had to use a lot of concentration to put the bracelets together.”
I wasn’t sure if that was wishful thinking or not, but I liked the way Alick saw the situation. It was much brighter than my initial doom-and-gloom assessment of how the night had gone. It would also explain a few things, but I couldn’t help wondering if that was wishful thinking too.
“Oh, that’s a good point.” Frowning again, Kenzie looked frighteningly thoughtful at Alick…that look generally came right before chaos descended. “Do you think we need to work on adding some fun things for younger littles to do?”