Page 121 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“So you decided to follow her?”

Elle’s smile falters for a half second, the hesitation so brief I might have imagined it.

“Yes,” she agrees. “And well, I just needed a change.”

I glance at Bo, and wonder if we should dare to put all our cards on the table. He might tell me to wait, but I hate feeling like I’m being dishonest. “I have a baby,” I blurt.

Elle blinks, her gaze darting between the two of us.

“She’s eleven months old,” I explain. “And I didn’t know about her until her mom got thrown in jail two months ago.”

Elle softens, her expression compassionate. “That must have been hard.”

“It was.”

I don’t have to look at Bo to know he’s struggling not to scowl. The past two months have been a struggle, and the truth is, we need a woman in our lives. We prefer to have it be the woman we’re dating, but we’ll hire a nanny or housekeeper if we have to. I’m pretty sure he would have preferred to wait for the second date to divulge this information, but I still feel bad for springing my existence as his boyfriend on her. I’m not going to make this a habit if we are going to start a relationship. Bo always says, ‘Begin as you intend to continue’ and I’m taking a page from his book. Starting this relationship with honesty, because that’s what it will take for it to continue.

“Is that a dealbreaker for you?” I ask.

“We’ve always intended to find a beautiful, sweet young woman to join our lives with, but finding out about Amelia did move up the timeline a bit,” Bo admits.

At least he’s jumping on the honesty train with me.

Elle looks more startled by this than she did about finding out we had a baby. Not that I blame her. I know what it feels like to have a baby dropped in your life when you’re not expecting it.

Elle cocks her head to the side and hums. “I don’t know much about babies,” she admits softly, looking ashamed. “Or taking care of a home, if I’m being honest. Or cooking,” she adds sheepishly. “Is that a dealbreaker for you?”

I half expect Bo to say yes, because he does have a tendency to be a bit old-fashioned. He can’t help it. With how we were raised, all the tumultuous uncertainty, the unstable environments, the never having anyone besides each other to call family, he’s always wanted more. Bo has always been oneto picture the nice house, the white picket fence, the beaming wife, plus two-point- five kids and a dog. I was the unexpected addition to that picture, but he still longs for the rest of it.

“That’s all fixable stuff,” he says instead. “We didn’t know about babies two months ago. Now, we’re practically experts.”

I chuckle. “Well, I don’t know about that, but Bo’s right. Those things can be changed, if you want to change them.”

She might not. And I’d be okay with that. But I don’t know if Bo will. Ever since Amelia came into our lives, the longings have seemed to grow stronger.

Elle seems to be considering. She chews nervously on her bottom lip. “I guess I can’t say I’m not good at things I’ve never tried.”

“That’s the spirit.” Bo smiles at her, and I can practically see her panties melting beneath the thin fabric of her dress. I can’t blame her. That’s how I feel when he smiles at me like that too.

Our entrees arrive and the server refills our water glasses and Elle’s wine, then leaves. Elle takes a bite of her salmon, then lifts her hand to her mouth and moans. “Oh wow. I didn’t realize you had such nice restaurants here. This is delicious. Better than any I’ve had in New York.”

“Well… we are right next to the ocean,” Bo reminds her. “The steak is good too.” He picks up his knife and cuts off a chunk of meat, then puts it in his mouth and chews. “We are a farming and ranching town, after all.”

“Oh, right.” Elle giggles. “Well color me impressed. Are we doing anything else? After dinner?”

Her cheeks pinken, and it's clear, to me at least, where her mind has gone. My cock hardens at the thought and I shift in my seat.

Beau, far more the smooth talker answers when I can’t. “We can do whatever you want.”

His voice is smooth like silk, and has the seductive tone that always gets me. He’s pulling out all the stops to charm her. I’m almost jealous.

“There’s a drive-in movie, a bowling alley, we could get ice cream and walk around the park, or…” He trails off, taking her hand across the table. “Or we could take you back to our place, show you around the ranch. Give you the grand tour.”

It’s clear from the way she licks her lips that Elle is under no misconceptions about what Bo actually means. She shifts in her seat and I wonder if her pussy is as wet as my cock is hard.

“I’ve never seen a working ranch,” she answers. “Or any ranch for that matter. Outside of movies and TV, I mean.” She smiles, then as if it's just occurred to her asks, “Is… the baby… Is Amelia there?”

“She’s with friends for the night. We’ll pick her up later.” I answer before Bo, simply for the sake of not being excluded from whatever is happening between the two of them.

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