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“Can we watch Enchanted?”

Melody is obsessed with Disney films. I am a little, too, if I’m honest.

Some hours later, when she snuggles against me, her hand wrapped around mine and the other holding Pup, I can’t help but wish she was mine.

I soon lose myself in the movie, and Melody falls asleep against me. Her breathing is so soothing I rest my head on hers, pulling her into my arms as she wriggles to get comfy.

Griffin watches us for a beat, and my eyes lose their fight against tiredness.

Disney songs fill my ears, sending me into dreamland with bluebirds and clouds, dreaming of my own prince.

13

GRIFFIN

“Have a good time with Grandma,” I say, kissing Melody’s head.

She nods, giving me a brief hug before making her way to Martha, who is waiting for her with a teary smile.

Martha meets my gaze and waves.

I sigh heavily.

I’ll miss Melody this week, but her staying with Martha gives me time to get Melody’s room just the way I want it.

It does mean I won’t see Ivy, though, as I’ve given her the week off.

Paid, of course.

Ivy.

The thought of her makes me groan with desire, and even thoughts of Kevin torturing me doesn’t stop me from wanting her. I wish she weren’t my best friend’s daughter; things would be much easier.

The drive home is as silent as when Melody is with me, but I’m happy she’s getting a change of scenery. She’d been so excited to spend the week with Martha; I guess it kept her close to her Mom. It also tied in with the school holidays, and Martha had lots planned to keep her entertained.

I pick up some stuff from the store and head home, surprised to find Ivy’s car on my drive.

She’s already in the house, and I wonder if she’s forgotten Melody isn’t here this week.

She’s sipping on a soda, fanning herself as she smiles at me.

“Hey,” I call out, nodding at her. “Did you forget Melody is with her grandma?”

I drop the bags onto the side, and Ivy starts tugging items out, putting them away.

Her legs in those shorts, fuck …

“No,” Ivy says, looking at me through her lashes. “Honestly, I was bored, so I thought I’d come here and see you.”

I grab a soda and lean against the fridge, drinking her in.

“You mean you thought you’d come and bother me?” I tease, downing the soda in one go.

Ivy rolls her eyes.

“Whatever, you love me here.”

“I do,” I agree, and she grins.

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