Page 45 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Unfortunately.

Huh.

“I want to help her. To take care of her. That’s all I want. For her to be happy.”

“Then all these obstacles you’re creating are dumb, boy. They’re things you could truly get over if you wanted to. You’ve just got to want that girl badly enough to do what needs to be done.”

Shit.

Could he be what she needed? Was it as simple as wanting to take care of her? Wanting her to be happy?

It wasn’t like her Little scared him off. In fact, he thought it was cute.

And hadn’t he already taken care of her when she was in Little headspace?

Everyone started somewhere, right?

“Do you know where she is right now?” Grandpa Jack asked.

“What? I assumed she was upstairs, asleep.”

“Boy, you know nothing.” Grandpa Jack kept shuffling away.

Was that all he was going to say?

For fuck’s sake.

“Where is she?” Stafford demanded.

Jack turned and eyed him seriously.

“She’s not here?” Worry filled him. “She didn’t ask me if she could leave.”

“So she’s a prisoner here, now? Boy, you have no idea how to treat a woman, do you?”

“Grandpa,” he warned. “Where is she?”

“I tell you, then you have to promise that you will stop all this nonsense. No more avoiding her. If you’ve decided you want her for good, then I’ll tell you.”

“I promise.”

“All right. She’s at some speed-dating Daddy night at The Wishing Well in Wishingbone. Have fun with that, boy.”

Chapter Fourteen

Blakely stood outside The Wishing Well.

Just go inside.

Why couldn’t she go inside?

Maybe because this was silly. Who’d ever heard of a Daddy Speed-Dating Night?

When Grandpa Jack mentioned it this morning, she’d actually thought he was joking.

But he’d convinced her that it was real and that she should go.

That she shouldn’t hide at the ranch, wasting her life away.

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