Page 105 of A Reluctant Boy Toy
“Oh my God.” Sadie widened her eyes. “How come he’s feeding you?”
“I broke my arms?” That came out as a question, but—
“Can I help? Let me do it.” Excitement made her bounce toward us. “I want to feed Bast too.”
“Um,” I hesitated.Because that wouldn’t be weird at all.“I—”
“Sure. Here.” Stone handed Sadie the spoon and shot a smirk at me. “See if you can get him to eat more soup while I look for bread. Ridley bakes the world's best bread.”
“Open wide,” Sadie said.
After witnessing her tantrum that morning, I did what she told me to do.
“I need a picture of this.” Molly's face lit with mischief.
“Will you send it to me?” Sadie asked.
I gave Molly my best death glare. I needed to eat, but this was excruciating. Odd, how being fed was so different when it was Stone doing the feeding.
“What’s it like seeing your dad again, Sadie?” Molly asked after getting a few different shots of us.
“Mom said I had to come.” Her mouth firmed. “But I don’t have to like it.”
“So it’s hard?” Molly pressed. “I bet it’s weird after going so long without seeing each other.”
“Not for me. It’s nothing to me. My brothers are all like, Dad’s got a dog, yay. Whatever.” Sadie apparently wanted them to be angry too. “They’re so stupid.”
Serena came over. “I hate to interrupt your meal, Sebastian, but it’s time the kids and I got going. Say goodbye, Sadie.”
“Do we have to go?” The spoon hovered, forgotten, in front of my lips. “It’s still way early. And there’s no school tomorrow.”
“We have church in the morning. Plus it’s a long drive and Jason will be calling at the usual time. We need to be there to answer.” Serena glanced at me. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise.” I told her. “And the kids.’
“I’m sorry I can’t stay.” Sadie put the spoon back in the bowl. “Thanks so much for the pictures. I hope I get to see you again.”
“Be sure to forward the pictures to Stone,” I urged. “He’d really like that.”
Her chin lifted. “I don’t have hisnumber.”
“I’ll give it to you.” Serena put her arm around the girl. “If you forward them to Stone, I bet he’ll give them to Sebastian, too.”
“That’s right.” Molly took that as her cue. “We can’t, of course, give out Sebastian’s private number, but—”
“Okay then,” Molly said. “I’ll think about it.”
“Dad, Dad!” Lincoln ran toward his father.
Stone seemed to have trouble believing it. “Yes, Lincoln?”
“Can I say goodbye to Morrigan?”
Stone welcomed him over. “Sure.”
Lincoln flopped down beside the dog, heedless of his dress pants. “Bye, girl. I’ll be back again soon and we’ll play more. Wait until you meet Wiley. You’re going to love him.”
Jesse was more dignified, squatting carefully and petting Morrigan’s neck and shoulders. He glanced shyly toward his dad.
