His for the Taking (Men in Charge #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“You not mad?” Josephine asks, flipping on the light.

“Nope, not at all.” I can feel the proof of her accident on my clothes. “Can you get undressed and finish going to the bathroom?” JoJo is sucking back tears, and damn if that doesn’t make me pull her closer. The last thing I want is her to be upset with herself. She’s hardly two and doing great.

“I be big girl,” JoJo says.

“You are a big girl. Don’t ever think differently. I’m going to start the bath. Bubbles?” Redirection is going to be key in order to turn her morning around. Something tells me Josephine does not like disappointing herself or others. JoJo is pretty advanced for her age, or maybe I’m biased. Probably a mixture of both, really. She’s already potty trained, talks in sentences even if they’re somewhat broken, and is killing it in her dexterity skills.

“Pwease.” She strips down completely naked to finish going potty. I’m trying to hold back my laughter. Jameson warned me that this happens from time to time, especially when she’s going to be there for a bit.

“No problem.” I turn the water on, making sure it’s not too hot and not too cold, and pour a healthy amount of the bubble bath in. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“I go number two!” Alright. Gone is the sadness, and in it’s place is Josephine’s happiness. Thank goodness.

“Okay, you stay on the toilet. I’ll be right back.” I hurry out of the bathroom, keeping the door open and my ear on any different noises that I’m not used to over the bath water, and grab paper towels and cleaning solution. My clothes will have to wait until Josephine’s bath is done. I’ll have to wash them and steal something of Jameson’s. I make quick work of cleaning up the mess on the floor. Really, she caught it as much as she could. The wetness seeped onto me, so there’s no trail, just a small puddle. It’s good as new in no time, and Josephine will be none the wiser.

I grab my phone off the counter. Ideally, I’d call Jameson and let him know right away, but he probably won’t hear his phone if he’s on a machine. Here’s to hoping he answers my text. If not, I’ll get ahold of Shaun. His watch is always on him and sends him alerts.

Me: Hey, JoJo had an accident. She’s okay and everything is cleaned up, but I’m going to need to wash my clothes. Do you mind if I grab something from your room?

“I done! Pwease wipe!” I no sooner get the text message sent, and I’m being summoned. I’m trying not to laugh, but she’s so independent until it comes to this part. Maybe it was Jameson, Emma, or Miriamwho instilled it in her to let an adult help. I can’t really see Josephine allowing anyone to help when she could do it herself, though the pile of toilet paper might have been the deciding factor in the grand scheme of things.

“Kody at your service, Princess Josephine.” My phone is still in my hand as I walk into the bathroom, greeting JoJo, who’s waiting for me, a happy smile on her face with how I announced her name.

“I ready for bath.” She wraps her arms around her chest, showing me she’s shivering, except it’s a bit exaggerated with the way she says, “Brrrr.” I take care of her as quickly as possible.

“You flush the toilet while I wash my hands.” I give her a task to keep her busy. She steps off the stool and does what seems to be every little kid's favorite thing to do—playing with water of some kind.

“Let me check the temperature.” Josephine is already standing close to the bathtub, so it comes to no surprise to me when I see her leg over the ledge, and she is wiggling her toes in the water.

“It good!”

“Hold on.” I plunge my full hand into the water just to be sure. “Alright, hop in. Did Nan or daddy wash your hair last night?” I’m guessing neither of them did with the state of her hair. It looks like she put her finger into a light socket. The frizz is one giant mess.

“No, you do?” she asks.

“Of course. Play with your toys for a minute. I’m going to answer my phone.” It buzzed in the side pocket of my leggings.

“Otay.” I pull my phone out and hope like hell it’s Jameson. In all fairness, I could load Josephine into my car after her bath and breakfast, stop at Shaun’s to grab a quick shower and change. That also seems like a lot of work, and there’s really nothing for JoJo to do there, which could be a recipe for disaster.

“Who dat?” Jo asks, playing with a few of her cups, filling up the water and tipping them over on her head.


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