Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She moves close to me, close enough I can feel her, but she doesn’t put her hands on me. “I would love nothing more than to spend the day with the two of you.” My eyes look back at her when she says the words, and I see the smile on her face and the way her eyes light up.
“Then it’s a date.” I wink at her before I look over my shoulder to see if Meadow is watching, and I bend and kiss her lips chastely.
“Then it’s a date,” she repeats, and she motions with her head to the side before she walks out into the hallway and away from the television.
I follow her out into the hallway, wondering what she has to tell me. I stop in front of her. “Just so you know, Office Caine is really hot.” She puts her hands on my bare chest, and my cock stirs in my shorts. “But Daddy Caine is”—she gets on her tippy-toes—“flaming hot.”
“Is that so?” I put my hands on her hips, dragging her closer to me so she can feel my cock.
“I wish I could show you.” She rubs her nose against my jaw. My hand moves from her hip to her head, burying it at the nape of her neck, fisting her hair before pulling her to me. My tongue slides into her mouth for a second before we hear Meadow.
“Dad.” We both look over to see her staring at us. “Can I have an apple?”
“Yeah,” I reply, not moving, “I’ll get it now.” She turns and skips away, her braid going back and forth.
“Oh my God,” Grace says, “she just caught us making out.”
“In her defense, I don’t think she knows what she saw,” I remark, letting go of her.
Grace shakes her head. “She doesn’t; it’s not like she’s ever seen me kissing a woman before.” I put my hands on my hips. “Let’s just not freak out.”
“Oh, easy for you to say,” Grace retorts. “I’m going to be the one who sucks face with her dad.” I can’t help but laugh at how nervous she’s getting. She’s usually cool, calm, and collected, always has been. Heck, she went toe-to-toe with me on day one, and I’m a big scary guy, but she’s scared of my daughter. “I’m going to go cut her an apple, so she likes me.”
“You made her a mermaid braid,” I remind her, “so you outrank me, and I’ve been with her since she was born.” She smiles at me. “Now, let’s go in there and pretend nothing happened.”
“Okay,” she agrees, and I slide my hand in hers until we get to the kitchen, and she walks over to the fridge. She moves around me as I clean up the breakfast plates, while she cuts an apple for my daughter. I’ve never had someone who has helped me with Meadow, and for some reason, it feels so fucking right with Grace.
Even when we get into the car an hour later, she knows how to buckle her in. When we get to the zoo, she’s the one telling me we should hydrate often. She makes sure Meadow is right there beside us. It’s one thing to fall for someone, and it’s a whole other ball game when you fall for a woman who likes your daughter. It’s like a game changer in my book. I never thought about dating before Grace. Sure, I thought about perhaps in the future, but I never knew when it was the right time. With Grace, it just happened so naturally that I didn’t even know it was a part of my life I was missing. I watch the two of them holding hands most of the day as they point out different animals to each other. Even when we stop to eat a hot dog, she and Meadow talk about which animal is their favorite.
By the time we leave the zoo, Meadow is dragging ass and half asleep when I pull into the driveway. “Dad, I’m tired,” she says when I put the car in park, making Grace laugh.
“It’s hard being a rock star,” she tells her, and I laugh as we get out of the car.
“I think I’m going to head out,” Grace says quietly when we walk up the stairs to the front door. “Let you get back on your routine. I have to prepare for the week anyway.”
I don’t want her to go, but I know she has to go anyway, so I just nod. “I’ll go get your bag,” I whisper to her when I open the front door, and Meadow kicks off her shoes.
“I’m going to go and watch TV.” She walks away from us.
“Thank Grace for today,” I tell my daughter, and she turns to run back to her, hugging her around her waist.