Page 22 of Their Perfect Daddy

My skin goes hot as I play back what I just said. Raising my hands, I give the group an embarrassed smile.

“I don’t do this often. Let’s play this off and pretend it didn’t happen, ok?”

Aries and Bellamy are shaking their heads. I ignore them to focus my eyes on the lone young man to the side.

“I don’t think I got your name?”

He blinks at me, almost as if he can’t believe I’m asking him. I take a step closer, making sure to keep my eyes locked on him so he knows I’m paying attention.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” I reply.

He looks away, then back at me. “My name is Danny.”

I extend my hand. “Nice to meet you, Danny. I’m Skye.”

“You already said that.”

His quick reply makes me laugh. To be called out so innocently is adorable. I can see this going well if I play my cards right.

Here goes nothing.

CHAPTER 8

DANNY

“You already said that.”

Oh, fuck.

No, no, no, no, no.

I did not just say that to this gorgeous man. This gorgeous man who is smiling at me like we have some type of shared secret.

Skye could have stepped out of a catalogue for men’s wear with how well he’s dressed. His auburn hair drew my attention the second he walked in the room. It’s long and wavy, creating a bright contrast to his pale, freckled skin. His suit is plaid, in a blue so dark it’s nearly midnight.

Everything about him is appealing.

And then he comes over here and introduces himself. Can he read my curious mind? Now he seems to want to keep talking to me.

This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me. Not at all.

Is this my good karma for what happened after the Monty situation? Is the universe cutting me a break after all?

I’m starting to think it’s the only answer that makes sense. For instance, yesterday I received a delivery to the store in a plain envelope stamped with my full name. When I opened itup, I found two gift cards for two lingerie shops online. I tucked them away before Micah came back from his break, and since then, I’ve been thinking of who could have sent them.

Do I have some type of secret admirer? Or did I do that middle-of-the-night-sleep-deprived-shopping thing again?

“Well I felt it only right to repeat myself. I wanted to make sure you remember it,” Skye says, drawing me back into the conversation.

I nod as I take a sip of the juice Finn helped me get earlier. As fancy as this party is, I didn’t expect there to be apple juice and soda on the menu. According to Raymond, they prefer to have options for some of the boyfriends and husbands.

It makes me feel better knowing I’m not the only person avoiding alcohol. The stuff doesn’t always settle well with me. And after the Monty incident, I don’t want to risk lowering my mind anymore.

“Doubt I’ll forget it. Skye isn’t a common name.”

He nods. “Wait until I tell you about my siblings. We all have unique names.”

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