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No. She was getting carried away with scary thoughts. Shedidknow Walt. He’d been the one to sit next to her and hold her hand during all the trials. Heck, he’d even protected her from Edward when he escorted her from the Shepherds’ compound.

His body heat warmed her back as he helped her with her coat. “I already told Mark and Kendra I’d be taking you home.”

“Okay. I promised I’d help load the gifts for the Caroline in the morning.”

“I’ll be helping too, so I’ll pick you up around eight. We can have lunch at the club, then go to the Caroline.”

“Um… okay?”

“Good girl. Ready to go?”

Her belly quivered with an entire flock of dancing butterflies. Although she’d heard Dominants say those words to their female-presenting partners many times, nobody had ever called her a good girl like Walt did.

“Can I ask you a question, Sir?”

“Sure.”

“What did you mean by the full experience?”

“And spoil the surprise?” He grinned at her as she held the door leading to the employee parking lot. “Perish the thought.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You don’t have to call me Sir, Susan.” After hooking his arm through hers, he escorted her to his truck. “Not unless you want to.”

I really want to call you Daddy.

Flushing, she swallowed the words before they came out. “I’m not sure I can use your first name.”

“That’s okay too.” His gaze softening, he opened the passenger door and lifted her in. “You can use whatever makes you comfortable.”

His hands on her waist sent another pulse of desire through her. “Yes, Sir.”

After closing the door, he hurried to the driver’s side and got in. “Ready to go?”

“I think so?” She hesitated, then added, “I’m kind of nervous.”

He reached over the console and gently squeezed her hand. “We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and have fun, okay?”

“Maybe…” Susan closed her eyes and tried not to enjoy his touch too much. “Maybe it would help if you told me what we were doing?”

Chuckling, Walt released her hand, then started his truck and exited the parking lot, heading toward Winslow. “I’ll give you a few hints. After you finish putting five things on your bucket list, I want you to pack a bag for the weekend. You’ll need warm clothes, jeans, and boots if you have them, and you don’t have to worry about anything fancy. We’ll start our surprise tomorrow afternoon.”

Chapter Three

Walt

After dropping Susan off at her apartment, he detoured to the supermarket on his way home.

What in the Sam Hill was he thinking?

Grumbling to himself, he filled his cart with things he hoped Susan would like, plus some refrigerated cookie dough and frosting. Lastly, he grabbed popcorn, a bag of cranberries, some light strings, and a small artificial tree. Unsure if he had them at home, he added a pack of needles and a spool of thread.

He wanted her to see that even the simplest of things could make a Christmas tree beautiful.

Despite his earlier pep talk to himself, she was too sweet and much too young for an old fool like him, but he couldn’t stand watching her be so afraid to dream. He told himself over and over that he was only giving her a proper Christmas, yet he couldn’t dispel the mental image of her sitting on his lap while they strung popcorn and cranberries to decorate the tree.

Fuck, he could still smell her floral perfume. The ghostly fragrance seemed to follow him as he finished his shopping and checked out.

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