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Lana nodded. “Do you think I might even get my old life back?”
Auntie Athena grinned. “I don’t know how everything will work out for certain, but I know one thing. If anyone can pull this off, it’s Ace and the Daddy Guard!”
Chapter Seventeen
Ace arrived at the field trip location excited to see Little Lana.
He hadn’t gotten any alerts on the way over, and he suspected it would be a quiet afternoon. It just didn’t make any sense to him that those thugs would show back up if they had cameras in place.
Perhaps his plan would work, though. He was eager to talk to Stryker about it. With that not possible until tonight, he was free to have some fun in the meantime.
Fun with Lana.
When he found her, he couldn’t help but frown. It didn’t look like she was enjoying herself. She was sitting by herself at one of the tables that was on the perimeter of the large, cavernous warehouse.
The center of the giant room was what held the real fun.
A massive indoor playground, several huge inflatables, and even a deep foam pit to swing out into.
This place was Littles’ paradise.
The owner, a local movie producer named Hal Folger, intercepted Ace before he could reach Lana.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey, Hal. Thanks for having everyone here today.”
“My pleasure. My boy is always eager to play with friends.”
Hal’s husband and Little, Micah, wasn’t around, and Ace assumed he was off playing with the other laughing, screaming Littles who were tearing through the warehouse.
“Are you working anything right now?” Hal asked.
Word had spread throughout the Ageplay community about the Daddy Guard. It was huge news.
“Yeah.”
“Anything exciting?”
Ace grinned. He assumed Hal was looking for ideas for a movie. He was a great guy, and as generous as they come, but he was always looking for the next great story.
Typical Hollywood producer.
“Can’t really talk about it,” Ace told him. “Maybe when it’s all said and done.”
Hal raised his perfectly manicured hand, bringing his index finger to his lips. “Mum’s the word.”
“That’s right,” Ace replied. “Thanks again for having us today.”
“Make yourself at home. Juice and snacks over there for the Littles and an open bar set up that way for the Bigs.” He jerked his head toward the back corner that had several people standing around, holding cocktails.
One was Athena.
“Thanks again.”
Ace moved along, but before he could reach the lonely-looking Lana, he was intercepted again, this time by Athena.
“Rum punch,” she said, toasting him with her red drink.
