Page 64 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Oh.” Silly her. He didn’t want to get rid of her.

“We can move the rest of your things into my bedroom in the morning.”

“My things into your bedroom?” Her brain was scrambling to keep up with him.

“Yes. You can pack everything up, and I’ll carry it.”

“It isn’t too soon?” she asked as he set her down in her bathroom. She gathered up the things she needed, putting them into her toilet bag.

“Too soon? No, it’s not,” he said firmly.

“You’re sure you want me to live with you?” She slipped past him into the bedroom to put a pair of pajamas on. She didn’t have any sexy pajamas, but she had some silky purple ones with black bats on them.

They would have to do.

“You already live with me, darlin’.”

“Not quite the same thing. Grandpa Jack?—”

“Is the one who sent me after you tonight,” he interrupted her. “He’s going to be ecstatic that I finally made a move on you. All right?” He cupped her face between his hands. “Everything is going to be fine.”

Right.

Of course it would.

She didn’t know why she was worrying. It’s just . . . she still wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to be her Daddy because it’s what he wanted . . . or he thought he had to. For her.

Worry about it later.

“Anything else?” he asked.

She snuck a glance over at the bed where Mrs. Flopsy and Mr. Whiskers sat.

“Nope. I’m good.”

But he was far too observant for her own good. His gaze went over to the toys.

“Do you sleep with your toys?” he asked.

“No,” she scoffed and turned to walk toward the door. But his arm slid around her waist.

“Not so fast, young lady.”

Uh-oh.

That ‘young lady’ didn’t sound good.

She gulped.

“Did you just lie to me?” he asked.

“Um. Who? Me?”

“Yes, you. Because I think you did. I think you do sleep with your toys and for some reason you don’t want to admit that.”

Drat.

She really had to learn to lie better.

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