Page 11 of Big Daddy Sheriff

The older woman smiled. “Are you here to play with the other Littles, honey?”

“What?” she said with a gasp.

Alyssa couldn’t believe it. Did this woman know about Littles? And more importantly, did she know Alyssa was a Little? Was it that obvious? She sank a little in the booth, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

Marsha winced. “I’m sorry. I, uh, shouldn’t assume. I’ll start with drinks and give you some time to look over the menu.”

“Do you even have to ask?” Quinn teased.

“Not for you, honey. Sweet tea,” Marsha replied, the smile back on her face.

“I’ll have the same, please,” Alyssa said.

Before leaving, Marsha looked to Quinn and mouthed, “Sorry.”

Quinn nodded quickly.

Alyssa looked over the menu and tried to forget about what she’d just heard. Her mind was racing, though.

Focus on the words in front of you. What do you want to eat?

But so many thoughts were running through her mind.

Again, Marsha hadn’t asked if it was a date but that look in her eyes had been clear. That must mean Quinn was single. Right?

He wasn’t wearing a ring. But that didn’t necessarily confirm things one way or the other.

And what about all this Little stuff?

First, Quinn knew about Theo and Grace’s relationship. Then there was Belinda back at the mechanic’s shop. She was clearly dressed like a Little! In public, too. And what about the park? Something was up with that, as well.

Marsha returned with big Mason jars full of sweet tea, deposited them on the table, and said, “Did you decide on anything, hon?”

“You go first,” Alyssa said to Quinn.

He chuckled. “She already knows what I want.”

“Sure do. Chicken fried steak platter with fried okra, mashed potatoes and gravy.”

“Oh,” Alyssa said. “I see you’re a regular here.”

“Hon, when it’s the only place to eat in town, they’re all regulars,” Marsha replied with a grin.

Alyssa chuckled. “I guess I’ll just have the burger and fries, please.”

“Coming right up.” Marsha took the menus and disappeared into the kitchen.

“You seem hesitant about that pick,” Quinn said, his frows furrowing as he frowned at her.

Alyssa shrugged. “I’m already fat enough. I don’t need to be eating a burger.”

“Whoa, there.” Quinn’s whole demeanor changed in an instant. “I don’t care for that kind of talk.”

There was something about the way he said it and the way he looked at her that had Alyssa worried she was about to take a spanking.

That’s ridiculous. You just met this guy. Calm down. Stop projecting your Daddy fantasies onto him.

Before she could respond, the door opened and three men—hot, sexy men—strolled in.

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