Page 48 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Isn’t he a hunk?” Kiesha said, fanning herself. “Wowee. And if anyone has dormant Daddy energy, it’s him, right?”

“Dormant Daddy energy?” Blakely asked. What did she mean?

“Excuse me? A hunk?” Harry said.

“Oh, not as hunky as you, Harry.” Kiesha patted his chest. “But, you know, he’s up there.”

“Not sure I like the idea of you checking other men out and deciding they’re hunks,” Harry grumbled.

“Don’t worry, I decided he was a hunk way before I met you. I first met him years ago when he was visiting Jack. Haven’t seen him since he moved to Maple Grove Ranch for good, though. He needs to come into The Wishing Well for a drink.”

“He’s busy with the ranch,” Blakely said.

“Huh. All work and no play makes for a boring life,” Kiesha sang. “Now, about this Daddy Speed-Dating thing.”

“Yes? Is it not on or something?” There were an awful lot of cars in the parking lot. More than she’d expected.

“Ahh, doll, it was canned,” Kiesha told her.

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped. But her disappointment was mixed with relief. What did she really think she was doing? She wasn’t even really looking for a relationship.

Right?

And meeting a Daddy Dom like that would be kind of weird.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Kiesha told her. “All of the Daddies nixed the idea. They said that it wouldn’t be safe unless everyone was heavily vetted. Yada, yada, yada, legal, boring talk I didn’t pay any attention to. End of the story, no arguments.”

“That wasn’t quite the way the conversation went,” Harry said calmly. Although she thought she heard him lightly slap Kiesha’s ass.

She could have been mistaken, though.

“I thought it was a great idea,” Kiesha said.

“That’s because it was your idea,” Harry replied dryly.

“Well, yeah, I have lots of good ideas.”

“I wonder how Grandpa Jack heard about it,” Blakely said. Why hadn’t she thought to ask him?

“Oh, probably from Aunt Marie,” Kiesha said. “They like to have good chats. Have you met her?”

“No.” Blakely started to shiver in the cold.

“Perhaps we should move this conversation inside,” Harry said.

“Sure,” Kiesha agreed, but didn’t move. “Aunt Marie owns the Little store on the outskirts of town. She’s also a nudist. Not sure if that’s relevant, but I like to warn people. Anyway, she and Jack have always been good friends. Wonder why she didn’t tell him it was off. Oh no, wait! She’s on her annual nudist week-long trip.”

“I’m not sure I want to know the details of that,” Harry said. “Do they go into the woods and commune with nature?”

“Nah, they go to Florida and commune with a beach. Way warmer. Apparently, being a nudist is quite difficult in a colder climate.”

That made sense, Blakely guessed.

“Okay, that’s fine,” Blakely said. “I probably would have chickened out, anyway. It was nice to meet you both.”

She attempted to step away, but Kiesha still held her hand.

“Come inside with us. You’ve come all this way and I know some great single Daddies.”

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