Page 33 of Shattered Secrets

Scarlet chuckled. “We’ll see on the popcorn, sweetie. But yes on Baby Unicorn. I’ll make sure she gets in your bag. Now be good for Mr. Matt while I pack, okay?”

As Scarlet disappeared into Daisy’s room, he asked, “Do you want to lie down and get some rest while your mom gets your stuff together?”

“Okay,” she replied.

His eyebrows damn near hit his hairline when she scooted over to his end of the couch and tucked herself right next to him. She placed the smaller blanket over her lap with Mr. Slothy ontop. Then she spread the larger throw blanket over the three of them, leaned into his side, and closed her eyes. “So you and Mr. Slothy don’t get cold.”

Matt resisted the urge to rub the warmth growing in his chest. “Thanks, Otter Pop.”

For a moment, he could only stare at the little girl in wonder. He had no clue what the hell he’d done to earn her trust, but he was going to do everything in his power to not fuck things up. He’d also do everything he could to earn Scarlet’s trust. In a friendly way, of course. Because facts were facts, and he was too old for her. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t look out for her. For them. It’s what friends did.

Careful not to disturb Daisy, he pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text to Gavin, informing him about what had gone down. He knew his friend—and now boss—liked to keep a finger on the pulse of what was happening on Hudson Island. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if Gavin already knew.

Before he could return his phone to his pocket, it began vibrating with incoming texts.

Gavin

I’m looping in the ladies. I let them know what you told me.

Bean

I’ll look into what’s going on and get back to you.

Esme

Let me know if I can assist, B.

Matt

Holy crap. Why are all of you awake?

Bean

If it’s any consolation, I’m in my pjs. Pretty sure Gavin doesn’t sleep and $100 says Esme’s working out.

Esme

Yup. Morning PT. Need any supplies or groceries for your houseguests, Matt?

Matt

Considering I know nothing about kids, yeah. But I can hit the store in the morning and find some kid-friendly stuff.

Esme

Tell me.

Riiight. Matt chuckled and typed out a list of groceries.

Esme

Great. You’ll have it all in the morning. But most likely not until 9. 10 at the very latest.

His eyebrows rose. Before he could ask how that was even possible, his phone dinged again.

Bean

Esme’s like magic. Logistical magic at its finest. lol

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