Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Maybe because Daddy was already part of my hoard?
“Okay, Boyd…that’s the cranky accountant, right?” Daddy paused but kept going once I’d nodded. “That seems like something he would say.”
Good, then it was Boyd who’d been confusing and not me.
Daddy was making a thinking face as he leaned back in his chair. Dating me was very important and I liked that he didn’t rush. “I need your input on this, but from my perspective, I don’t mind everyone in town knowing that we’re dating or knowing I’m your Daddy.”
Really?
“It doesn’t seem like anyone will be shocked by that.” For some reason, Daddy shook his head. “I’m also not sure you could be subtle enough to keep it private even if that was what we’d decided.”
Oh, good point.
“Alick says that I don’t go into town enough to get into trouble, so that might help?” Oops. “Shoot. I owe him a pie.”
Daddy raised one eyebrow.
“Well, he’d said that I was kind of a hermit and that it would take a long time for me to meet you.” Daddy looked even more confused, so I shrugged and started at the beginning. “Me and my friends were kind of talking about you after you first moved in and didn’t get mad at Lorne.”
Chuckling, Daddy finally smiled. “That sounds like a polite way of saying you were gossiping about me.”
“Yes, it’s much more polite than saying we were asking if you were cute and nice.” That made Daddy laugh again. “But Alick bet me a pie that it would be at least a month before I met you, and well, it’s past that.”
Well past that.
“What kind of pie are you going to make him?” Daddy was still grinning as he leaned forward with a teasing look on his face. “And should I ask what you’re going to tell him about me?”
Blushing, I squirmed. “I’m going to tell him that I finally met the cute deputy and I’m going to brag that I found out he’s a Daddy and that I have a date.”
And then I was going to ask when was too early to tell a Daddy that their little wasn’t human.
I’d never dated a human long enough to get to that point.
“Then I’ll tell him that I’ll make him his pie later this week.” I pouted as Daddy chuckled. “I don’t like losing.”
“Then you should’ve met me sooner.” He was silly and shrugged. “I’ve been waiting for my little to pop up and you were hermiting away out here.”
“But I’m a very good hermit.” His laugh made me giggle. “I like working and my house and my quiet. But I have lunch with my friends and I’ve been going to the playdates and I run errands.”
Sometimes.
We hadn’t gotten the food delivery people yet, so I had to go do my own grocery shopping when I couldn’t pout someone in the family into doing it.
“You are very good at being a grown-up and knowing how much peopling you want to do.” Daddy had the best view on life.
He was amazing.
“I’ll like being with you, though, and I know that relationships are about compromising, so if you need to see people, then I’ll do it for you.” And I wouldn’t even pout.
Thankfully, Daddy shook his head. “My job gives me enough peopling, cutie. When you add in dates with you and running errands, I will be fine.”
Oh, that was such a relief.
“Thank goodness. My mother always said it would serve me right if my Daddy turned out to be a needy extrovert and I was kind of afraid she’d cursed me.” She could hold a grudge too. “But it’s not my fault I didn’t want to go down to the mall with her on my birthday. Do you know how long that drive is?”
Daddy blinked a few times. “I completely agree with you. It’s too far of a drive.”
He was so nice.
“Thank you and you’ll tell her if she brings it up again?” Daddies were supposed to protect their littles against all kinds of scary things like nightmares and mothers, but I wanted to make sure he knew that.
Daddy was back to wearing his you’re cute expression, but I didn’t mind because I was pretty sure it meant I would get my way. “I will defend my boy, don’t worry.”
Yay, one less thing to worry about.
“Thank you…”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Just say it, cutie.”
Pouting just a tiny bit, I sighed. “But you haven’t told me I could yet and you haven’t decided that you’re going to let me keep you—because that has to be mutual because you’re, well, real—and I figured I should wait until after our date? I thought that was very patient of me.”
“Yep, I’m real.” Daddy had a confusing look on his face, but he finally sighed and smiled. “Alright, after dinner I’ll decide if I’m going to let you keep me and then we’ll have the Daddy talk. Deal?”