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Melody is oblivious, concentrating on getting every last scoop from her bowl.

I shrug, allowing myself to be coy.

“It is.”

Griffin leans back, shaking his head as he grimaces.

He’s so fucking sexy.

This is insane.

“Last night clearly didn’t do much for you if ice cream is winning.”

The way his gaze drifts over me makes me clench my thighs together.

How does he know?

“Ice cream always wins,” I argue, knowing I’m in dangerous territory.

“My lips are cold,” Melody states, pressing a finger to her mouth. “Are your lips cold, Daddy?”

She holds her finger out, and he leans forward so she can swipe it over his mouth. Then she turns to me. I bend my head so she can do the same.

“Hmm, your lips are warm.” Melody frowns, and Griffin lifts his gaze to me.

Our lips are warm because we’re hot from each other.

Jesus fucking Christ, Ivy, get a grip!

“Can we have a movie night tonight?” Melody asks, looking up at me.

Griffin looks amused, and I smile down at Melody.

“I’m a little tired tonight; I don’t think I’ll be good company,” I tell her as she shrugs.

“I like you there.”

“I do, too,” Griffin adds, sending me a panty-dropping smile. “Come on, we’ll buy snacks. Then, we can pig out.”

Oh, God.

“Are you sure?” I tilt my head as Griffin nods.

“Of course, I’m sure. Do you need to pick up any things?”

Wait, I’m not staying over.

I shake my head.

“I’m good, thanks.”

I may be imagining it, but I’m sure I saw a flicker of disappointment on Griffin’s face.

We hit the store next, and Melody and I fill the cart with enough sugar to keep us going for weeks.

It’s fun being with Melody and Griffin, and he pretends he can’t believe how much the bill is at the checkout, despite grinning like an idiot.

He is such a good dad.

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