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Juggling her bags to free up a hand, he held it out, palm up and open. “How about we head home and talk about Littles and Daddies and other things while we get you settled?”

“Can I carry my backpack, please?” she asked in the most polite way possible.

Since it did not weigh more than a few pounds, he handed over the bag. Instead of slinging it over one shoulder, she slid one arm through both straps and clutched it to her chest. Harrigan mentally ran down the list of things Lonergan had told him she’d brought with her. Was she embarrassed of the state of her clothes? Did she not want him to see her drawings or the crayons she’d used to color them? Or was she a scared Little, hugging her stuffie for comfort in this strange place?

His curiosity growing, Harrigan once again held out his hand. An electric thrill raced up his arm and straight to his cock when her soft palm settled on top of his. Lacing their fingers together, he released a sigh as his lion purred at her touch.

Leading her off the porch, he turned down the path that led to his home, which was a two-bedroom apartment above the helicopter hangar. If Irish did not like the apartment, he would talk to Lonergan about building them a house nearby.

Anything to make his mate happy.

Chapter Five

Irish frowned as Harrigan led her into the big, open front building. She had seen buildings like this in movies that had airports in them. Was this where he kept the helicopter?

Was he taking her back to the city? What had she done to fuck up already?

Or had he seen how much she loved the ride to Bratburg and was taking her on another ride? But it was getting dark. Did helicopters fly at night?

She wanted to ask questions, but feared that if she did, he would think twice about being her guardian. She did not want to cause trouble. She just wanted to get through her time here and move on to the new life the man back at the Council had promised her. And though they were still strangers, she had to admit that she really did want to spend the next thirty days getting to know Harrigan Jones better.

Much better.

Much, much better. Like his naked body against hers as he taught her about sex and other adult activities.

She also wanted to be able to curl up on his lap and be cuddled while he talked about his life, or read her stories, or just held her and let her know she was not alone in the world … even though she was.

Her confusion grew when he continued walking past the helicopter in the middle of the building to the back of the hanger. When he started up a staircase against the back wall of the building, she pulled her hand from his and took several steps back.

He slowly turned and looked at her. The three stairs he had already climbed made him seem even more like a giant than his over six-foot height already had. At only five foot two, it seemed like everyone was taller than her.

“What’s up, little one?”

Irish took a deep breath and hoped her voice did not sound to scared as she asked, “Where are you taking me?”

He blinked in surprise and sat down on the steps. That put them eye to eye. A shiver went through her when he smiled at her. “I’m sorry, little scamp. I should have been clearer. This is where I live.”

“You live in a helicopter garage?”

“It’s called a hangar, sweetheart. My apartment is upstairs.”

This time it was Irish who blinked. “Oh, really. Oh. Okay. Can I see it now?”

Harrigan smiled down at her. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”

Irish slowly climbed the three steps to him, then held out her hand without a word. His smile widened until his happiness at that simple act of trust encompassed his entire being.

He took her hand gently before turning sideways. “You go first, little scamp. That way I can catch you if you fall.”

Irish felt her eyes go wide as she whispered, “Do you think I’ll fall?”

“No, little one. But just in case, Da … I’ll be here to catch you.”

Irish heard his hesitation and wondered if he had been planning to call himself Daddy again. She could see him as a Daddy. He had already proven he was caring and gentle. Would he want to be her Daddy, even if only for the next thirty days?

The thought of Harrigan being more than her guardian made her pussy clench and her tummy do a little dance. The only problem was how to voice her wish for him to be her Daddy, and more, because she knew if she did, and he agreed, she would fall in love with him. Then she would not want to leave Bratburg at the end of her assigned time.

And then what would she do?

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