Page 15 of Myths and Shifts

I made Daddy laugh by trying to be sneaky. “Well, if you want a sandwich, I won’t say no, but how does date food sound?”

“Fun.” I liked nuggets too and I didn’t have those. “But playtime first.”

That was good fun too.

“That’s right.” Daddy’s happy smile turned into a pleased mate smile. “I’m looking forward to both.”

Because he was a good Daddy and my mate…and having both in one person was so exciting.

Chapter 5

Pierce

“This is a fun house for a little who drives around a lot.” Kissing the side of Merritt’s head, I marveled at the camper that was designed to be perched on the back of his truck. “You’ve got lots of toys.”

They seemed to be hidden away in every nook and cranny, and he was wonderfully excited to show me every single one. We were at the point where there was a pile on the tiny kitchen table that looked like it was going to explode everywhere if we so much as breathed.

“I like toys.” He was certainly being honest about that but I had a feeling his job was stressful enough that he needed good ways to relax. “I have cars.”

Nearly crawling under the table, he pulled out a basket of Hot Wheels cars that seemed to appear like magic.

Magic.

“Cutie, do you have your toys hidden by magic in here?” Had there been a basket under that table before?

His giggle said I was right to question the logic of his storage. “Like the purse, Daddy.”

Nearly falling over with laughter, he caught himself and shoved the basket in my direction. “Pick. You pick.”

Knowing what an honor it was to be able to pick first, I grabbed a sexy little red number that would’ve flown down the interstate if it’d been real. “Oh, this one.”

That got me more giggles. “Daddy goes fast.”

Possibly.

My attempt at a casual shrug wasn’t as believable as I’d hoped. “Daddy doesn’t have any speeding tickets.”

Because Daddy had very good reflexes and better than human senses.

Snickering, Merritt dug into the basket. “Truck.”

“Are you going to work on the ranch then when we go visit?” He seemed like the rough and tumble type that would enjoy it. “I think we need to get you some overalls.”

He gave me a happy little wiggle but peeked over at me curiously. “Big boy overalls? Grown-up overalls?”

Big boy?

Did that mean there was a little boy who would come out to play sometimes?

“Both.” He’d look adorable no matter what style. “We’ll get some cute ones and some that Daddy can make grown-up comments about.”

Merritt giggled, wagging his bottom back and forth. “Silly Daddy.”

Oh yes.

I shook my head. “Cute boy.”

That got the most adorable grin from him and more excited wiggles as he swept his arm across the table to make room for the cars. “Faster-faster? Gonna go to the ranch, Daddy?”

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