Page 23 of Their Perfect Daddy

I raise my brow at him. “Now I’m curious.”

“From oldest to youngest, there’s me, Gale, Storm, Rayne, Daisy, Dewey, Snow, and Poppy. Daisy and Dewey are twins.”

“You’ve got to be joking. That’s… a big family.”

His smirk tells me this isn’t the first time he’s heard this. “My parents were madly in love and didn’t really care about contraceptives. I firmly believe they’d have had more kids had my father not passed away.”

“Oh no! I’m so sorry for your loss.” I put my hand on his bicep, a reflex because I feel the need to comfort him after such sad news.

Skye places his hand over mine, as if he enjoys the touch. “Thank you. It’s been a long time now. It’s weird to think I’ve lived more years without him than I did with him around.”

“Your mom sounds amazing to have raised you all alone. I bet she’s tough.”

“She is,” he says with a laugh as he strokes his hand over mine. I hadn’t even noticed I’m still holding him.

As I move to pull back, he squeezes my hand. I don’t let go just yet since he enjoys it.

Honestly, I do too.

Things with him are easy. He’s open and kind. I don’t have to be anyone other than myself while talking with him.

It’s nothing like?—

I stop myself before diving into those memories. Monty is merely Micah’s brother now. He’s not a crush or a potential date. I need to push him out of my mind.

Of course, the universe decides that's the minute I need to be slapped around and reminded I’m not in charge because the man I’m thinking of struts into the room.

Ok, maybe strut isn’t the right word. He has a swagger about him that comes from him knowing he’s a big fucking deal.

“Someone you know?” Skye’s voice makes me realize how fucked up this all is. I’m standing and flirting with a super attractive man while looking at someone else. I have no doubt Skye can sense the tension that’s come over me with Monty’s arrival.

I nod. “Yeah, I do. Please excuse me. I need a minute.”

Turning to leave, I attempt to rush into a less noticeable part of this massive home. Unfortunately, I don’t notice the young man with a tray walking past me at that exact moment.

Why does this keep happening to me?!

We collide in a crash of alcohol, glass, and body parts. I squeal as the cold liquid coats me.

“Danny!” Skye grabs me up quickly, his hands moving over my face and neck to see if I’m injured. I’m too dazed to stop him.

It’s not until another figure pops up beside him that I shake off the fog of embarrassment around what’s happened. Life is really kicking me in the face these days.

Monty reaches out for me. I shift slightly to avoid his touch.

“Are you ok, Danny? That was a hard hit. I’d know something about those,” he jokes.

I shake my head. “I’m fine. Really. Just a bit…” I pulled on my clothes. “Sticky.”

Bellamy’s voice comes from behind the two hovering me. “There’s a guest room down the hall. We can take you there and grab some spare clothes for you if you’re willing to stick around, Danny.”

“Please say you’ll stay. I’ll put on some comfy clothes too if you’re worried about being dressed different,” Finn pleads.

Raymond nods eagerly beside him, both men doing prayer hands. I didn’t realize how quickly the friendship with them has formed until this very minute.

Smiling at them, I agree. “Sure. Can someone show us the way?”

“I actually know where to go. I’ve been here before.” Skye’s words have a calming effect on me.

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