Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Everyone just smiled and changed the subject…badly.
As my tea steeped, I arranged my cake on a plate and burned off some of my nervous energy by making a tea party setup that I thought Kenzie would appreciate.
But as much as I liked it, it didn’t make me feel childlike in any way.
It was fun and made me happy, though, so I thought that was just as good…maybe better since it was something I didn’t need a Daddy around to enjoy.
It would’ve made Kenzie little, though.
Lots of things made Kenzie little.
Part of me wished it were that easy for me to find the happy headspace he slipped into so easily but I didn’t feel the same pull. I’d liked watching over him and playing with him, but it was nothing like the authors in Kenzie’s books had described.
Maybe I was doing it wrong?
The general consensus seemed to be that there was no right or wrong way to be little, but there generally were right and wrong ways to do anything. People just didn’t like to admit when they were wrong. But I liked learning, and to do that, I had to be willing to admit when I was wrong…and I was currently wrong.
I just didn’t know how to be right…or how to get the information to find what would be right.
“Maybe I need to add to the nonfiction section?” I’d been steadily expanding the fiction section since that was what most of my patrons had been asking for, but there had to be scientific works on kinks.
Right?
“No, let’s table that for now and I’ll research that another time. Just maybe not at work?” Would that come across like I was looking up porn?
“Okay, I need to figure that part out first before I start randomly looking for books on kink.” Yes, that sounded like it would get someone’s attention…maybe whoever was hiding the rest of the book catalog?
The more I thought about it the more I realized I didn’t need to be in any rush to figure things out. Kenzie would drag me along at whatever pace he and his friends deemed reasonable and that would be a good starting point.
“They haven’t rushed me too much yet.” Yes, that was a good plan.
Finishing up making my tea, I brought it over to the table and smiled. “Yes, once I figure out what I’m doing, then I’ll have a tea party with Kenzie and probably Lorne. He likes sparkly things, so I think that means he should be amenable to tea parties.”
I had a few questions on what he liked and how he defined himself but none that I thought were appropriate for our level of acquaintance yet. Part of me was hoping that Kenzie would inadvertently answer them for me by oversharing but he’d been too focused on me for that to work yet.
I had high hopes for it, though.
Kenzie liked talking about everything and now that the deputy had figured out whatever had been making Lorne steal from the dollar store, it seemed like we were at the right spot for him to share new things. I just needed to figure out how to shift the conversation in that direction the next time he came into the library.
Yes, I needed to plan better so I didn’t look like a startled rabbit when he came in. With a bit of research and a lot of planning, anything could be accomplished.
Chapter 4
Boyd
“We need to talk to you.” Kenzie looked ridiculously serious as he and Alick sat down across the table from me. “This can’t continue.”
Considering he’d started several lectures the same way, I wasn’t worried and just took another bite of my sandwich. Nothing was ever as dramatic as Kenzie thought it was, and Alick was trying not to laugh.
“I’m glad you know you can come to me with anything.” Even if sometimes that was about my unwillingness to argue with Miss Nancy over her soup punishments…Kenzie didn’t appreciate the fact that I wouldn’t stand up for him.
For some reason, Kenzie thought our friendship alone should make me willing to go to bat against that crazy woman, but even his Daddy wouldn’t do that.
“I appreciate that.” Sitting straighter, Kenzie frowned and wiggled like he was trying to find the perfect position to look like a good grown-up. “This is going to be difficult for you, though.”
What was he obsessing over?
Alick was down to biting his lips and looking up at the ceiling to keep from laughing.
“Then we probably shouldn’t beat around the bush.” I thought it was a reasonable response and wasn’t deliberately poking fun at him, but Kenzie’s frown shifted to confusion as I took another bite, unwilling to give up on my lunch even if he was feeling dramatic.
“What does that expression mean? What bush are we beating?” His head cocked and he slumped back. “Why are we beating a bush? Why are we beating around it? Why can’t we beat the top of it? Wouldn’t that be much more efficient?”