Page 148 of Tempted By her Daddies

“I’m not hungry.”

“Well, neither am I!” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’ve heard your stomach rumble three times since you’ve been sitting there. And unless you want to spend some time in timeout for lying, I suggest you don’t say anything more.”

Wow.

Timeout?

That did not sound fun.

“Timeout is where all toasters should go,” she grumbled.

He placed the plate on the counter next to her, then forked some up. To her shock, instead of offering it to her, he blew on it.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he pressed it against his lips. “Are you kissing it? Wow, that’s taking the term, eat what you love to a whole new level.”

“First, I don’t think that’s a saying. Second, I’m not kissing it, I’m checking the temperature. I don’t want it to burn you.”

Was he serious?

That seemed like something that someone in a romance novel would do. Not something in real life.

Then he placed the fork in front of her mouth. “Eat.”

She stared at him for a long moment before opening her mouth.

Oh wow.

Flavor burst across her tongue. “That’sreallygood.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he ordered as he forked up some more food. “But I am glad you like it. Now, back to the statute of limitations on remembering rules that I give you.There is no such thing. If I tell you to do something or not do something, then you’re expected to remember that. Forever.”

She chewed her next mouthful. “That seems crazy. What if I live until I’m a hundred and four? Do you really expect me to remember something you told me when I was twenty-three?”

“Yes. I do.”

Sheesh.

“When I’m a hundred and four how old will you be?” she asked.

“Still older. And still able to spank your butt,” he replied.

Yeah. She had no doubt of that.

“Is there any food you don’t like, Little one?” he asked as he fed her some more omelette.

She wrinkled her nose. “Anything gray or green. Sometimes yellow things.”

“Gray, green, or yellow?” He gave her a stern look. “Those aren’t foods, they’re colors. You can’t rule out entire food groups.”

“It’s not entire food groups. And I like some things in those colors. Like green grapes. I like green grapes. It’s just that most green things are gross. Like broccoli and peas. Peas are evil.”

“Peas are evil?”

“Yep. They go everywhere and they won’t stay where you put them. They’re evil and mean and I refuse to eat them.” She crossed her arms over his chest and nodded.

“Well, I can’t argue with evil peas,” he replied. “I definitely don’t want you to be infected by their evil.”

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