Page 3 of Dating the Daddy

Which of my blabbermouth siblings ratted me out?

Me

I’ll never tell.

Unknown

Fair enough. But that’s not actually why I’m texting. I need help.

“Ha!” I cry softly, changing his name in my phone so I know who to avoid. “As if I believe that.”

Me

I heard that churches are open seven days a week. You might check there.

Aidan

You suggesting I need Jesus, Fairy?

Me

If the sin fits, Judas…

Leia giggles beside me, sneaking another nacho. “You’re a very sassy texter. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Thanks.” I grin at her. “It comes in handy with some of these clients.” I’m not buying for a second that Aidan Steele is a client. My bullshit meter is at DEFCON levels. He’s up to something.

Aidan

Judas, huh? Ouch. And what do you mean you heard that churches are open seven days a week? You don’t know this for a fact?

Me

Like I said, if the sin fits… And how should I know when churches are open? The only preacher I know is… You know what? Never mind.

Aidan

No, please continue. I’d like to know more about this preacher who hangs around Fairy Godmothers. Surely, that’s sacrilegious.

Me

You mean blasphemous.

Aidan

Whichever one means God and fairytales are supposed to be antithetical, Fairy.

“He’s funny,” Leia says, still reading over my shoulder.

“He is full of it,” I retort, trying like hell to ignore the fluttering in my stomach. It isn’t anxiety, which would be understandable given that the man wants to expose me. It’s something far more dangerous than that. Excitement. I’m enjoying texting him. This is not good.

Me

It depends on who you ask, Aidan. Some would say they’re one and the same. But you should go check the church for help anyway. I’m all booked up. Sorry.

Aidan

You don’t even know what I want, Fairy.

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