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The idea of trying to find anyone like Ivy makes me snort with laughter, but I soon drift off, a smile on my face.

I love seeing Melody happy, and I love seeing Ivy full stop.

However long it lasts, I’m going to enjoy it.

8

IVY

Melody is asleep before I’ve finished reading her a story, her hands wrapping around Pup and Bunny. I watch her for a moment, her rosy cheeks and parted lips making me melt. She’s so cute and clearly exhausted.

Her bed is a simple wooden one with a sparkly pink duvet cover. I tidy up her toys and books, sweeping them away into their rightful places before switching on the night light and backing out of the room, watching Melody sleep before I leave.

She’s beautiful.

I hope she’s having nice dreams. It can’t be easy for her, having lost her mommy recently.

Backing away, I move to the stairs.

They creak beneath my weight, and I hope I haven’t woken her up. Sensitive children hear every sound, and I want her to rest.

She needs to rest. Sleep is healing.

I stop at the bottom of the stairs when I see Griffin asleep on the sofa. His head is thrown back, the beer bottle untouched on the table before him.

My heart thrums in my chest, and I bite my bottom lip as I steal the opportunity to gaze at him.

He’s beautiful too.

Cautiously I move forward, watching him sleep like I had his daughter just seconds before. I don’t want to wake him, but I have to head home and shower. I’m exhausted too, but in a good way.

Griffin is muscular and broad, and his shirt clings to his body, showing him off his full beauty. His dark hair is slicked back, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of him.

God, I want to wake him up with my mouth on his, but my dad would shoot me. Then Griffin.

Plus, Griffin would be disgusted; I’m here to care for Melody, not ride his dick.

The idea of riding his dick has me moaning, and Griffin’s eyes flicker open to find me gawking at him like a love-struck teenager.

Oh, God.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Griffin blinks hard, rising to his feet. “I must’ve dozed off.”

He towers over me, and I look up at him silently.

Does he know? Does he know how attractive he is?

You are pathetic. He’s your dad’s best friend, you fucking fool.

Embarrassed, I step back.

“It’s okay,” I say quickly. “Melody fell asleep just now; I’m sorry; I know you wanted to say goodnight.”

Griffin stares at me before shaking his head.

“She what?”

His voice is still thick from sleep, and I try to stop staring at his mouth. His full lips part slightly, and I realize he’s waiting for me to speak.

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