Page 175 of Broken Daddy
And that would be humiliating.
Especially since they would now be living together. No way did she want him to know how she felt. Or for him to have to explain to her that he didn’t feel the same.
Nope. She’d just need to bury those feelings deep. Which shouldn’t be hard. Most of her feelings were in a bubble right now.
“It’s going to be a long drive, baby. Go quicker if you sleep.”
“For you or for me?” she asked.
He snorted. “Both of us, I imagine.”
“Hey, boy, that’s rude.”
“Boy?” he asked.
“That’s what Mac called you.”
“Mac’s a hundred and three. He can call me boy. You get to call me Graham, Hayes or Daddy. That’s it.”
“Fine, Daddy,” she grumbled.
He shot her a look but didn’t comment. “Do you want some music on, baby girl?”
“Uh-huh.” She snuggled back against the pillow that rested between her and the car door. She was really tired and she just wanted to drift for a while . . . to not think about anything.
“What sort of music do you like?”
“Have you got The Wiggles?” she asked. “I loves their music.”
Loves? Wow. She’d slipped into Little headspace easily.
“I don’t. But let me see what I can do. Here is my phone. See if you can find their music on the app.”
“Okies-dokies. I’ve never done this before, you know?”
“Done what? Use that app. It’s easy.”
“No, silly Daddy. I’ve never been on a road trip before.”
“Never?” he asked.
“Nope. I’ve never even left Colorado.”
He grunted. “I would try to make this a good road trip, but I don’t want to make too many stops. Riskier if we stop. We’re going to get to Sanctuary Ranch late as it is. Well past your bedtime.”
“I don’t have a bedtime. Where’s Coco?”
“Shit, baby. Coco is in the trunk. I’m sorry.”
“Oh no. Coco will be so scared in there.” She actually felt tears come into her eyes.
Come on, this is silly.
You’re a big girl. And Coco is a toy.
But she felt the tears drift down her cheeks.
“We’ll stop soon,” he told her. “Get you some road trip snacks and Coco out of the trunk.”
