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My response had her stopping midstep and barking out a laugh. “Yes, I can see why he likes you.”

Thank goodness.

“I like him.” And I wasn’t going to explain why because Daddy was not thelet’s sharetype. “We get along and we have enough in common that I’m not worried.”

Rolling her eyes, she stopped pretending to be busy and just leaned against the counter. “Alright, I’ll stop being nosy.”

“Thank you.” That meant I could finish my muffin. “Your family has nothing to worry about.”

She snorted. “Bullshit.”

Possibly.

“Now I just have one last question.” She waited until I sighed and nodded. “So dramatic. I’ll keep it simple. Are you planning on making changes to the household?”

What.

The.

Fuck.

“No.” That was easy to answer. “No. Do not put me in charge of anything.”

Good grief.

She was trying not to laugh but was doing a poor job of it.

“D…” Shit. “Tyson said once we get to a more serious point in our relationship that I’ll get a room for myself. That’s the only thing I want to make changes to or have any power over.”

I was not taking charge of Daddy’s house.

Hard limit.

Yes, that needed to go on my list.

“Hmm.” Her frighteningly curious sound worried me, but it was the way she smiled as she wandered out of the room that made my nerves fire back up.

Women were scary.

Luckily, Daddy came to see me before she came back with more questions. “I’m sorry, baby.”

I managed not to look too relieved. “I saved you a muffin…”

Caught it.

Daddy flashed me a grin. “Thank you. Got distracted?”

Yes.

But not by what he thought.

“Nooo, I’m just very…sweet.” Nice? What was a good regular word for saying I was a good boy? “I was polite.”

Daddy’s chest jerked in silent laughter, but he didn’t give us away too badly. When he got his terrible sense of humor under control, he nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m glad you were polite.”

He was such a brat sometimes.

But we were going to get ourselves in trouble if we couldn’t find a normal conversation to have. “What should we do later?”

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