Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
That might take a while.
“I can definitely hit the highlights.” Oh, and speaking of family. “Um, one of your cousins showed up at my work. I think they were a cousin? Maybe some other relative but they were close in age to you and very nosy.”
So definitely related somehow.
Daddy rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake. I told everyone you’re not some kind of escort.”
I wasn’t sure anyone believed him.
“I’m very patient and I was polite but they’re going to get me fired.” That was not something I could handle. “So I need you to come pick me up at work on Saturday and show my boss I’m dating someone real and not for sale, and I need you to tell me that I can be rude.”
It was kind of getting out of hand.
“Please be rude.” Daddy didn’t seem like he had to think about that. “I don’t know what to do.”
Put his foot down to start…but we’d figure out the rest. Daddy was very smart about most things, but he needed help when it came to his family. But I could do that.
“You’re going to take me out for dinner for one thing.” Giving him a grin, I kissed his cheek again. “I want chicken strips.”
He’d made me eat lots of veggies for lunch…he’d packed me a salad.
The smiley-faced cucumbers and the carrots he’d cut into spears were fun, but I deserved nuggets and something I could pretend were french fries even if they were fancy.
“Deal.” Daddy kissed my nose. “I’m all set, so let’s go.”
He was definitely up to something if I couldn’t see inside the house yet.
“I…I need to use the bathroom and…and I should grab my charger from upstairs.” I did my best to wiggle around him quickly but he was fast. “Ugh. D—”
Oh.
Caught myself.
He’d caught me too. “Use the powder room behind the door there.”
“How many bathrooms do you have?” It was a fancy townhome, not a mansion. “How long has that one been there?”
“You’re a nosy little thing.” Daddy looked like he’d wanted to say something else but he’d stopped himself. “Let’s go.”
“Fine.” I’d be better at being nosy later. He’d have to let his guard down at some point. “Thank you for taking me out to dinner.”
“Being cute isn’t going to get you any hints.” Daddy’s eyes sparkled as he frowned at me. “And I didn’t even tell Victor my plan, so Dally doesn’t even know.”
He’d become very sneaky over the past couple of days.
I wasn’t sure I approved, and I hadn’t decided by the time we got to the fancy southern restaurant again.
“They have the best chicken, so I hope you don’t mind coming here again?” Raising one eyebrow as he turned off the car, Daddy smiled as I bounced in my seat. “I think that’s a no?”
“I’m excited.” It was his you’re special restaurant and they had good food. “And I’m important.”
“And not that big.” Daddy leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Should we have a bubble bath when we get home or play toys for a little while? You don’t have to work tomorrow.”
“But you do.” Daddy had a very traditional schedule, not like mine. “I can be good and go to bed on time.”
He kept saying that I worked harder than he did but he had to make a lot of important decisions and he didn’t need to be tired either. I could drink lots of caffeine and pretend to be functional, but he actually had to be functional.
“How about we split the difference as long as you agree to sleep in as long as you can, even if that means you don’t wake up until after I go to work.” Daddy looked like he’d be patient all evening until he got his way. “I think that’s very fair.”
Ugh.
That was his I’m going to win and you’re going to let me sentence.
He liked that one.
“Yes, it’s fair.” It was just kind of weird, though. “What…what if she’s there?”
I’d never been in that kind of situation before and I was never sure what to say to her. She was nice, but I was just me and she was there doing stuff.
“She’ll be there but only from about noon until I get home.” Giving me a quick peck, Daddy released our seat belts and pulled me closer. “She’s going to make sure you have lunch and she’ll get a few things done around the house, and then she’s going to spend the weekend with her grandchildren.”
“She looks younger than a grandma.” It probably wasn’t the most logical response, but it was the first thing that popped into my head. “She’s probably a very organized grandma.”
Daddy was trying not to laugh and nodded a few times to get his terrible sense of humor under control. “She had her kids young. I think she said she was sixteen when she had her first, so she’s not very old.”