Page 21 of Awakening His Daddy

Izzy

“You do good work, kid.” Dale claps me on the back as we stare at the house we just finished decorating. For it being a rush job, it looks great.

“I’ve got to admit, it’s my favorite thing. Making someone’s house look beautiful for the most wonderful time of the year.”

“Please, no more singing.”

“You don’t like Christmas music?”

“I do, but your singing voice…” He cringes.

“Hey, I sing… Well, I like singing. So that should be enough.”

“The joy in your heart is all that matters.” Dale gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Just keep it inside.” He laughs, and I give him a light shove.

“That’s not nice.”

“Are you ready to head up north?”

“Yeah, I’ve got the lights all purchased and planned out. You’ve got the wreaths and the garland.”

“Yep, I was lucky to find something so late into the season.”

“Nothing like waiting until the last minute,” I agree.

“I guess it was a last-minute surprise for a granddaughter or something. They were willing to pay double, so I’m not complaining.”

“Me neither.”

“Alright, kid. Have a good night, and I’ll pick you up Monday at eight A.M. sharp.”

“I’ll be ready.”

Leo and I were supposed to hang out tonight, but he got sent to Australia because “some asshats can’t tell computers from their dicks.”

I’m not quite sure what that means, but I know he’s an important IT person, so for him to get sent out there, it must mean there’s been a huge mess-up.

Maybe I can find another Lactin Brotherhood event.

Nah, probably not that quick. It’s only been a few days since their last one. I’d check their website, but it’s locked, and you can only get in by invite.

That little thing niggles at my brain again.

Why was Joe there?

Maybe he really was just there because of Leo, but what if it was something more? And he did nod at those two guys in the back,but I would think there would be more guys there. Then again, how many guys lactate?

It can’t be that many, right?

My phone rings, and I’m surprised to see it’s Joe.

“Did Leo tell you to call me?”

“No, I wanted pizza for dinner, and I figured I shouldn’t eat a whole one by myself, so would you like to have dinner?”

“Yes!”

“Izzy,” he scolds. “It’s not a date.”

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