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“Now answer my question. How do you feel about having two Daddies?”

“Spoilt,” she sobs before carrying on, “and very happy.”

I finally give in to the urge and open my arms, inviting her into my embrace. She quickly hops off her chair and dives onto my lap. With her face buried in the hollow of my neck, I give her a cuddle.

“You should get used to being spoilt, Kitty Cat. I have a feeling that Daddy Jo is going to be wrapped around your little finger.”

Chapter 12

Cameron

The rest of the afternoon with Zanya goes beautifully. After her bout of tears and my confirmation that both Johannes and I really are okay with having her as our Little, she shook off her worries and we enjoyed a day curled up on my sofa watching cartoons. I peppered her with questions about her interests and the things she likes to do when not in Little space. At first, she was shy to share with me, but the more we got into it, the easier it was.

When it started going dark outside, I wrapped her up in her outerwear and escorted her back to the coffee shop, where I handed her off to Johannes. And nothing has ever hurt me more. This was not going to work for me. Not the sharing, but only being able to see her on the sly.

Andre has other informants on the force, so I guess I’m going to have to have a conversation with him sooner rather than later. Zanya sends me a text with a bunch of emojis I have no clue how to decipher, but not a minute later I get another one from Johannes saying they’re at home.

Putting my beer down on the coffee table, I decide to just get it over with.

“Cameron, I was expecting a call from you.” Andre’s smooth voice greets me through the phone.

“Mr. Parker, I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you.”

“Yes. I figured. I’ve already got a replacement earmarked. But before you leave, I need you to do something for me. Well…” he pauses and clears his throat before continuing, “I suppose it’s more for you.”

I don’t know why I’m surprised he knows why I called. He didn’t get where he is because he’s an idiot. I’m also slightly relieved I won’t have to convince him to let me quit.

“Yes, sir?”

“I don’t trust Zanya’s uncle. I know you have a list of people to hit ready for her, and I don’t expect her to break into her uncle’s house, but I think we need to do some digging on him nonetheless. Something there isn’t right.”

“I agree. I already have some feelers out with a couple of contacts.” I was suspicious of her uncle the second Johannes told me he’s holding her money hostage.

“Perfect. The second you have what we need you can come back to work directly for me. I have a feeling that you and Johannes will have your hands full keeping that girl of yours out of trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, sir.”

His deep laugh reaches my ears before he cuts the call. With a lighter heart I dial Zanya’s number, eager to see her face again, even if it’s only been a short while.

Two rosy cheeks and eyes filled with joy greet me with a charming, “Daddy Cam! You wouldn’t believe what I’m going to do tonight!”

Zanya

I’m still grinning after I get off the phone with one of my new Daddies. I’m still feeling slightly unsure about the situation, mostly because I don’t know how the two of them will do together, but for now I’m playing ostrich and enjoying it.

“Good chat, Little Mouse?” Daddy Jo asks from my bedroom door.

“Uh-huh. Daddy Cam is gonna quit and come live with us!”

A range of emotions fly across his face and I can’t quite decipher all of them, but something looks a little sad, so I hop up from my bed and run into my giant’s arms. Without a thought, he catches me, lifting me up so my legs wrap around his hips.

“Daddy Jo? You don’t want him to come live with us?”

At my question he clears his throat and his hands squeeze my bum where he’s holding me.

“Pragtig,that’s the first time you’ve called me that,” he replies, his voice gruff.

“No, it’s not.” I shake my head in denial. But I realize every time I’ve thought of him as such in the last two days it’s been in my head. And then there was the shower this morning, but he doesn’t know about that. Before I can argue with him about it, I decide distraction might be the best way to go. “What does that word mean? The one you just called me?”

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