Page 37 of Daddy By Design

I sighed. “No. It was just a bad migraine. It’s not a big deal.”

“Do you get those a lot?”

“None of your business.” I crushed the can and shoved it into the cabinet under the sink.

“Fine. You know what, I’ll just call Avery to pick me up.”

“Who the hell is Avery?”

I wanted to snatch the question away as soon as I asked. Was that her boyfriend? Was that Little Dick? Sounded like a Little Dick name.

She folded her arms over her chest. “She’s my partner.”

I peered down at her. “Partner?”

Maybe I didn’t need to worry about little dick or any dick for that matter. Maybe she wasn’t into dicks at all. Not that I should worry about anyone’s dick around her, let alone mine.

Fuck.

Her lips twitched. “Avery is one of my best friends and is our landscaping expert at Designing Women.”

“Oh.”

“Why should that matter?”

“It doesn’t,” I grumbled and turned back to the stove. “What’s this?”

“I only had so much to work with—but it’s Salisbury Steak.”

“I had that?”

“Well, kinda. You had hamburger but it seems all right.” She leaned closer to peer around my arm. “I followed the instructions, and it smells good enough that I’ll eat all of it if you’re not interested.”

“I didn’t say that. I just didn’t ask you to make anything.”

“Are you always this shitty?”

I glared down at her. “Yes.”

“Good to know.” She met my gaze then glanced away and cleared her throat. “Why don’t you go have a seat?”

“Why? Do I make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s a small space.” She hip-checked me to move over. “Go sit down.”

My fists clenched at my sides. “I can help.”

“Go sit. You’re in the way.”

“It’s my freaking kitchen.” I stalked to the couches and pulled out the table hidden in the wall. The one nice thing about this Airstream was everything was convertible. I lifted the cushion to raid the wine fridge custom built under one of the couches and selected a crisp white.

When I turned back, she had two plates in her hands. “You have wine?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Nice choice.” She nodded to the label. “I’ll have some.”

“Maybe I only got it for me.”

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