Page 93 of The Snuggle is Real
This had been an empty room twenty-four hours ago. Now, it had a decent queen-size bed with a forest green comforter and matching curtains. The room wasn’t quite so nice. There hadn’t been time to take down the pink floral wallpaper and paint in here.
Ford had focused on refinishing the living and dining room floors, painting my mom’s guest room, fixing the broken toilet in my second bathroom, and replacing my showerhead—that one was simply his choice after experiencing the crappy water pressure in my shower.
“To be fair, the house wasverydusty after all that sanding.”
I turned into Ford’s arms, snuggling in against his amazing chest. It was basically my favorite place to be at this point.
“The downside of refinishing floors,” Ford agreed. “You can take every precaution to cover things, and dust still finds a way.”
I chuckled. “I’ve never had to vacuum my walls before.”
“We’re just broadening your horizons. Seems only fair, since you’ve broadened mine.”
I glanced up. “Your horizons are more fun.”
Ford kissed me. “Yes, they are.”
“Where’s Charlie?”
“She’s picking out a movie. We’re going to snuggle on the couch and watch with popcorn. Charlie’s orders.”
“Oh, well if it’s Charlie’s orders…” I moved to step out of his arms. He tightened his hold.
“Is that how it’s going to be?” he challenged. “You fight me but she gets whatever she wants?”
“Pretty much.”
He laughed and released me, swatting my ass as I passed by. “Brat.”
I peeked over my shoulder, smirking. “As if you’re not wrapped around her little finger.”
“Yeah, fair.”
I headed down the stairs, admiring my glossy floors waiting below. Ford had really done a beautiful job with the old oak planks, applying a new finish that brought out a red-hued glow. The clear coat on top to protect the floors also made them appear shiny.
Peppermint Bark was less impressed as he went slipping and sliding even more when he tried to chase Charlie around. Once, he’d caught the edge of a throw blanket in his mouth as she was spinning in a circle. My poor dog had let go—and slid halfway across the room, straight into the wall.
He’d missed the Christmas tree by one inch.
“Finally!” Charlie exclaimed when she saw us. “What were you doing up there?”
My face heated, even though our time spent upstairs was totally innocent. Tonight, anyway.
“Just cleaning and setting up rooms for my mom and brother and my brother’s boyfriend.”
“Your brother is dating a boy?” Charlie asked, sounding intrigued.
I glanced toward Ford, unsure how much he’d want me to share with his daughter. I hoped he wouldn’t be weird about it, since he was entering a relationship with a man, but Charlie wasn’t my daughter and I didn’t want to overstep.
“Some men date men,” Ford said. “Some women date women. There are no rules, other than what your heart decides is right for you.”
I smiled at Ford. Yeah, I’d picked a good one.
“Your dad is right,” I said, taking a seat on the sofa beside Charlie. “I only date men, but my brother Sawyer likes boys and girls both. He used to have girlfriends. Now, he has a boyfriend.”
Charlie looked thoughtful. “So are you dating my dad, then? Because you two seem to really like each other, and I saw him touch your butt while you were doing the dinner dishes.”
“Uh…” I looked at Ford for help.
