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)
Sewing was dangerous.
Daddy stroked my fingers, inspecting all of them for boo-boos. “I’m glad you’re not getting hurt anymore. I wish I could help, but fixing buttons is the extent of my sewing skills.”
He’d have helped me?
He was so sweet.
It was no wonder he didn’t mind not arresting Lorne over the watches.
Oh.
“I don’t steal.” Making sure he knew that, I nodded. “I collect my toys, not sparkly things, and I’m not as impulsive as Lorne. I also never forget my wallet.”
Daddy chuckled. “I’m glad you’re not a thief and I’m assuming that means Lorne is a little too? I had a feeling he was…interesting.”
Yep, he was a dragon too, but I wasn’t sure it was the right time to mention that to Daddy.
I’d have to figure that out, though, because I’d never had to tell a human before…but Boyd would know. He said he knew everything.
“Interesting can be fun…and it doesn’t have to be dangerous or scary or make anyone worry.” No, he didn’t need to be worried.
I wasn’t scary.
Daddy cocked his head and sighed. “I hope so, but for now I’m not worried and I’m very open-minded.”
He was going to be fine.
Yes.
“You seem very nice and open-minded.” Hopefully, that meant he’d like dragons as much as he liked kinky men. “And everyone in town is impressed by how well you’ve settled in.”
That made Daddy groan. “The whole town’s still talking about me?”
“Yes, they never stopped.” I wasn’t going to lie to Daddy, but I wasn’t sure he appreciated the truth. “You’re the longest-lasting…new deputy we’ve ever had.”
Oops, almost said human.
He chuckled, shaking his head again. “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me. The town is…well, let’s just say everyone is interesting and I’m learning to adapt.”
So did he know about the dragons?
What about mages? He’d mentioned Carrick.
I’d thought Daddy was still in the boring-human category, but now I wasn’t so sure.
“I’m glad.” Maybe I should call Boyd before I said anything? Yes, we were going to table the do you know about dragons discussion for the time being. “Would you like to see my house? I can make you coffee or we can have a tea party or a snack?”
What else could we do?
“Or I could show you more of my toys or we could have…bigger food.” I looked around, not sure what time it was. “Maybe lunch? I don’t remember if I ate a meal or just snacked last.”
That was the hardest part about being a good grown-up.
I could put bills on autopay but there was no autofood to help me remember to eat real meals with vegetables.
“I have cereal. That’s real food. It has vitamins.” Not quite enough fiber unless I bought the yucky kind but that was the only downside. “It works for any meal.”
Daddy pinched his lips together like he was trying not to laugh, but after a moment, he shook his head. “Is your tummy hungry?”
That was a good question.
Scrunching up my eyes, I tuned out the work that was waiting for me and how Daddy sounded and how warm he was and listened to me instead of everything else.
There was a lot of everything else…and a lot of tummy rumbling.
“Yes.” Well, that was good to know. “I think I had some chocolate kisses earlier?”
So it hadn’t been too long since I’d eaten.
“I think that means you need some real food.” Daddy was looking at me like I’d been silly when I opened my eyes. “Would you like a snack or an early dinner?”
“It’s afternoon already?” That was unexpected. “Oh, I think I knew that. A snack, please.”
Probably shouldn’t tell Daddy how distracted I got working. He’d worry…and telling him I had no idea how close it was to dinner probably wasn’t a good idea either.
“Yes, of course you did.” He was still trying not to smile as he looked toward the door and kind of frowned. “Let’s…let’s go inside and get you a snack and make sure you have a plan for dinner later.”
How much later was that?
Phone.
I knew I had my phone because I didn’t lose it like Lorne did. No, I was a good grown-up and paid attention to things.
In my pocket?
Wiggling my hips back and forth, I realized I could feel it in my back pocket.
“That’s a very good plan.” I was good and didn’t call him Daddy yet. “Thank you.”
Manners.
“Good boy.” Daddy squeezed my hand and started leading us out of the shop and toward the back of the house. “What’s your favorite snack?”
Oh, probably shouldn’t say kisses.
Either kind.
“Cheese?” Was that a better option than chocolate?
For some reason it made Daddy smile. “Let’s go see what you’ve got and you tell me if you have something you don’t want to eat.”
I liked that plan much better.
“Yes.” Could I say Sir?
When was it appropriate to call him Daddy?
I was planning on keeping him, so I thought now was fine, but what would he think?