Page 3 of Their Perfect Daddy

Is that his boyfriend? That’s going to suck if so.

I want my brother to be happy, but I also want a chance to know this guy a bit more horizontally, if you know what I mean.

“BROTHER!” I shout as I hop off the counter and move his way.

He smiles at me. “Monty.”

“So glad you made it. Did you enjoy the game?” I can’t resist hugging him. He’s made me so fucking happy.

“It was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.” He puts his hands on my shoulders. I have to fight the urge to cry. “And I’m sorry if I never told you how proud I am of you. Today proved just how damned talented you are, brother. I’m glad you get to do what you love.”

Well, shit.

So much for holding back. I’m about to bawl like a baby at his praise.

Does he not understand how much I’ve idolized him for years? How much I begged for a sibling only to get one hand delivered to me years later?

It was the best surprise ever, even though I acted as if it wasn’t. Teenage angst is a real issue, ok?

“Fuck! You weren’t supposed to say all that. Now I’m going to get emotional.” I joke to cover the serious cryfest about to commence. Maybe if I make it funny, the feelings can get pushed back into their neat little box.

Micah laughs. “Want me to call Dad? He’ll sympathize with you, and you two can cry together.”

Low blow!

Ugh.

I punch him in the shoulder. I don’t do it nearly as hard as I would a teammate. He’s delicate whereas my teammates are built to take the hit. I’d never forgive myself if he bruised.

That’s when my world gets rocked in a completely different manner. I’m enamored by the friend beside him. I have to know who he is and if he wants to spend forever with me.

Or maybe slow down a bit.

“Oh, yeah. This is Danny. He’s my friend, and we work together. Danny, this is my brother?— ”

The gorgeous man beside him interrupts his speech. “Monty Tempest. Tight end for the Bellport Bulldogs. Fastest in the league three years standing.”

“You’re friends with a fan and still don’t come to my games?” I bat my lashes at Micah to pass along my disappointment. It’s also to distract from the fact I’m damn near drooling over the other man.

It doesn’t seem right to have these two working side by side. Why has it been so fucking hard to convince him to show up if he had someone to come with?

I always figured he just didn’t want to sit alone.

“In my defense, he didn’t know we were related,” Micah admits quickly. “I don’t like to name drop you.”

Awwww. Ok, that’s actually kind of sweet.

While I’d love for him to tell everyone we’re related, I can get how that might be too much. Some people take the level of fameI have as a way to build themselves up. I’d hate for Micah to experience that because of me.

Danny bobs his head too. “Exactly! I demanded he bring me the second he said you had tickets. There’s no way I could miss seeing the team live. I’ve been wanting tickets for ages but could never find good seats.”

I want to promise him that spot for the rest of forever. If he shows up, especially with my brother, I’d give them the world. Family support with a side of eye candy? Sign me up.

Taking the moment to flirt a bit, I give him an up and down look. If he has any interest in me at all, it should be obvious what I’m doing.

“You keep this one coming to the games, and you’ll have a seat every time. Deal?”

Danny agrees right away. “Yes! Absolutely!”

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