Page 83 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

“No one does, man. Just do it, and get it over with.”

“Thanks, Brian. I appreciate it.”

“Glad I could help. And Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“Tessica may not be Little often, but if there’s a forever Daddy certificate in the paperwork she made, you have to know she’s thinking about that for herself, right?”

Connor stomach twisted. “Shit, you’re right. Of course she would. How could I have not seen that?”

“I’m sure you would have figured it out eventually. I’m just helping you see past your insecurities.”

“Thanks. I think.”

Brian chuckled. “Talk to you later.”

“Bye.” Connor hung up and checked the time. It was 1:15 in the morning. He doubted waking Tessica up in the middle of the night so he could apologize was the right move.

He sighed, turned off the television and got ready for bed. He set his alarm for six a.m., hoping to catch Tessica at home before she left for the day. Then he got in bed and closed his eyes, but sleep eluded him for hours.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Tessica turned off her alarm before it went off, and sighed. It wasn’t even 6 am yet, but there was no point in staying in bed when her thoughts wouldn’t let her mind relax. At least she’d gotten almost six hours of sleep before waking up, which was better than some nights. She put her hand on the pillow that Connor should be using, and almost cried again. Instead, she shook her head and forced herself to get up.

Fifteen minutes later, she was at the kitchen table sipping her coffee in her pajamas. She’d told Kelly that she’d be on her own that morning specifically so she and Connor could spend some time together. Going in to work sounded pretty good right about now, but she didn’t want to take the wind out of Kelly’s sails just to distract herself from her misery. She had accounting work that really needed to be done, but she doubted she could concentrate on numbers at this point in time.

A loud knock on her front door made her jump. Luckily, she hadn’t been taking a sip of coffee when it happened, or she’d have spilled it all over herself.

She was halfway to the door when she realized who it probably was and froze. Did she even want to talk to him? What was the point?

“Tessica?” Connor called. He knocked once more, a bit softer this time. “Please answer the door.”

She took a deep breath, walked over, and opened the door. Instead of stepping aside to let him in, she stood in front of the doorway and crossed her arms. “Yes?”

He looked her in the eyes. “I’m sorry about last night. It was beyond wrong of me to threaten to sell the house, and nothing like that will ever happen again.”

Relief flooded through her. He sounded genuinely sorry, which made her willing to hear him out. She stepped to the side and uncrossed her arms. “Come in. Would you like some coffee?”

He stepped in, and she shut the door behind him.

“Coffee would be great.”

She went to the kitchen, poured him a cup, and handed it over before gesturing to the table.

Once they were both sitting, she said, “If things are going to move forward between us, and that’s a big if, you’re going to need to give me more than just an apology.”

He blushed and nodded. “I know.”

“I want an explanation.”

Connor’s eyes opened wide as if that wasn’t what he expected her to say. “Well… I was in a bad mood before I arrived because my flight was delayed. Then seeing my mom’s house empty made me feel worse.”

“Being in a bad mood isn’t a reason to lash out.”

“I’m aware.”

She raised an eyebrow and waited for more.

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