Page 46 of Giddy Up, Daddy

You only get one life, girly. Live it. Go for what you want. Grab onto it and don’t let go.

Good advice.

The only issue was that the thing she wanted most, she couldn’t have.

Well, maybe there was a really nice Daddy waiting for her inside. Who wanted a Little who was a crappy magician, but an excellent housekeeper.

Hmm. Excellent might be a stretch. But she was good.

Was that really all she had going for her?

Blakely glanced down at herself with a sigh. She hadn’t had much choice about what to wear. So she had on her lucky black jeans . . . that actually weren’t very lucky. A lacy purple top with a black singlet underneath. And her purple boots. She’d topped it all off with a lightweight black cardigan.

“Sooo, you planning on standing out here all night or are you going to come in?” a female voice asked from behind her.

“Kiesha,” a masculine voice warned.

“What? It’s cold out here and while Wishingbone is safe, I don’t think she should stand out here on her own, should she?”

“That’s probably true,” the man agreed. “Miss? Are you okay? Are you going into The Wishing Well?”

Thankfully, the street was well lit so she could see them easily as she turned to find a handsome, kind-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair giving her a concerned look. Beside him stood a woman with thick, dark hair. She was wearing a pair of bright yellow tights with ghosts on them, black lace-up boots, and a black sweater.

“Hey, I’m Kiesha and this is Harry. He’s mine.”

Harry sighed while Blakely blinked in surprise at that statement. Wow, Kiesha just put it straight out there, didn’t she?

“Hello, I’m Blakely. Uh, nice to meet you?”

“You say that like you’re not sure,” Harry said with a smile.

“Why wouldn’t it be nice to meet us?” Kiesha asked. “Ahh, maybe she senses your lawyerness. Hmm, some people don’t like lawyers. Do you not like lawyers?” Kiesha popped one hand onto her hip.

His lawyerness? Was that a word? And why would she have something against lawyers?

“I like lawyers.”

“Well, that’s good.” Kiesha smiled. “So, do you want to come inside with us?”

“I, um, well . . . I was just thinking about going home.”

“Why?” Kiesha asked.

“Where is home?” Harry asked. “Can we give you a ride there? Are you new in town?”

“If she was new in town, I’d know,” Kiesha stated. “I know everything about this town.”

“Kiesha, you don’t know everything about this town,” Harry replied.

“Sure, I do. Everyone tells me all the gossip and if a new gorgeous woman had moved to town, I’d know.”

“Just how much time are you spending gossiping at work?” Harry asked.

“If Ed asks, none. But if I have to tell the truth, a good third.” She turned to Blakely. “Ed’s a pain in my butt. He’s also the sheriff. And he thinks he’s my boss.”

“He is your boss,” Harry said dryly.

“Says who?” Kiesha demanded.

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