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“No, I mean the opening did go far better than I could ever hope, then I went and twisted my ankle, but I’ll be fine.”

“Make sure you stay off it,” Jagger said. “I’ve got a horse in the same condition. As hard as it is to keep her still, experience has taught me that keeping a Little down is far harder. You make sure you obey your Daddy, you hear me?”

Robyn nodded. “I will. I heard about the mustangs. Can I come see them?”

“Sure, Moira would love to see you. Why don’t you and Rooster join us for lunch tomorrow?”

“That sounds good. By then I’ll have talked to Mac,” Winston answered before she could.

“Great, see you tomorrow then.” He shifted his eyes to meet Robyn’s. “That is as long as your mode of transportation is the same as it is right now.”

“It’s not fair to expect Ro… um, to expect to be carried around all the time.”

“Life’s not fair, but if I see him setting you on your feet instead of setting your butt into a chair, then he’s not the Daddy I think he is. You two have a good evening, now.”

“We will,” Winston answered before she could, which was just as well because she was not only a bit tongue-tied but thought she had missed objecting when Master Jagger had spoken of her having a Daddy, and now a wave of fatigue was coursing through her. Thankfully, after saying goodbye to Master Jagger, they only spent about ten minutes in Master Derek’s office with Winston doing all the talking except for the occasional, “Yes, sir,” Robyn gave in confirmation of a statement.

“So, about that treat for being such a good girl for your exam. I was thinking dinner. Your choice of location and cuisine.”

“How about Robyn’s Nest?”

“I thought you didn’t do dinner?”

“I don’t for guests,” Robyn confirmed. “But since you’re a friend and there is a huge bowl of macaroni and cheese in the fridge along with finger sandwiches and some pastries, I figured we could have a leftover night and eat there?”

“Works for me,” Winston said, adjusting her in his arms. “But first, a short stop.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

CHAPTER 11

Winston

He knew Robyn was getting tired, though she didn’t complain. She didn’t really have to. The moment she’d laid her head against his shoulder, he’d known she was pretty much done for. Still, taking the time to stop now would mean he wouldn’t have to come back in the morning.

Entering the Ranch store had him a bit gob-smacked. It appeared Derek Hawkins not only knew how to outfit a resort, he knew how to supply a store. Socks with the Ranch’s logo hung on racks as did thick, wooden paddles emblazoned with the double Rs seen on the iron gates out front. A glass cabinet offered everything from bejeweled butt plugs to complicated-looking contraptions he’d only seen in BDSM clubs. The dichotomy of frilly dresses for Littles and crotchless-spandex panties was entertaining as hell. He’d have to come back, but for now, he only needed to see if the store stocked more than toys, whether they be for adults or Littles.

“Hi, I’m Becky. Can I help you find something?” a young woman asked.

Winston appreciated the quiet tone she used, evidently obviously realizing that Robyn was asleep.

“I hope so. Nurse MacIntosh mentioned you carry ankle braces? Robyn twisted her ankle and while it’s wrapped, I’d like to go ahead and get a brace in case we need it. Oh, and do you have an ice pack that won’t drip all over the place when the ice melts?”

“We do,” Becky said. “Let me go get them for you.”

“Thank you.” When she disappeared down one aisle, Winston took the moment to look around a bit more. Spying what had to be the largest collection of stuffed animals he’d ever seen, he walked closer. When Robyn stirred as he reached out to spin the rack, he whispered, “Shhh, you’re okay.”

When she settled with a deep sigh, he knew that if he didn’t win her heart, she wasn’t going to have to die to haunt him. Not becoming her Daddy would haunt him every day that he walked this earth.

Then don’t lose her.

“That’s the plan,” he muttered, slowly spinning the rack. When the rack stopped, he felt as if the fates were on his side. I mean, of all the possibilities in the world, this was the only one that fit.

“Are these what you’re looking for?” Becky asked, holding up a couple of boxes.

“They are, and I’ll also take that, please.” He tried to point with the pinkie finger of the hand pressed against Robyn’s back where he’d been slowly running it up and down her spine.

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