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“Daddy,” he corrected her automatically.
“Sorry. It takes a while to remember. I’ll work on it,” she promised.
“I’ll look forward to that day,” he told her with a smile.
Meeting his gaze, she said, “Thank you, Daddy. For everything.”
He braced a hand on the seat beside her and leaned forward to press a kiss on her lips. The heated exchange thrilled her. His touch felt electric, bringing her to life. Deciding not to question how this man had such an impact on her, she focused only on her enjoyment. When he raised his mouth from hers, Honey lifted her lips for a second kiss.
“Stop tempting Daddy, Little girl.”
“But it’s fun.”
“It is.” Razor cupped the side of her face and studied her. To her surprise, his scrutiny didn’t make her uncomfortable. His face was solemn and intent, but his lips curved up at the corners. She pleased him.
Honey had never felt so valuable to anyone. “I’m very glad I found you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Best day ever.”
Chapter 13
The next morning, Honey scanned the family room and laughed. Three bottles of water sat on the end table next to her along with an apple, a box of crackers, and a jar of peanut butter in case she got hungry or thirsty before he came back at lunch. Razor had unpacked her suitcases and stowed her things in the closet and in the drawers of his bedroom chest.
They’d practiced a bit on the knee scooter. Honey couldn’t say she was comfortable on it, but she could use it if she moved slowly and needed to get to the bathroom. Who knew they made those? Razor. He thought of everything.
Her phone blasted the special ringtone Razor had programmed into her device for himself. “Hi, Daddy. I’m fine.”
“I’m glad, Honey. I’m at the clinic now. Menace is at the gate today if you need anything.”
“I’ll be okay. Beatrice and I are going to watch something on TV and relax. And yes, I have my foot on the pillows.”
“That’s my girl. I’ll see you at lunch. Call if you need me.”
“Go heal someone, Daddy.” She heard someone shout his name in the background. The Devil Daddies seemed like an accident-prone bunch.
“Got to go. Be good, Honey.”
She stared at the blank screen before shrugging. What else could she do? Honey wrinkled her nose at her hurt ankle. It was better today but still tender. Thank goodness she didn’t have to make it in for work.
“Ahh!” she screamed when her phone blared again in her hand. Honey looked down to see a name displayed. “Thomas Hendrick?” The company president was calling her? How had she warranted his attention?
Torn between apprehension and excitement, she accepted the call. “Hello?”
“Honey, this is Thomas Hendrick.”
“Good morning, sir.”
“I would like to check on your health and to talk to you about your position at the factory.”
“My health?” she repeated, instantly on guard. She’d fiercely protected her privacy and hadn’t spoken to anyone about her MS at work.
“The receptionist at the front door reported you’d hurt yourself. I reviewed the footage of your exit and became quite concerned. Have you received medical care?”
“Yes. A doctor…. A doctor friend X-rayed it. A bad sprain only,” she reported as her mind whirled. He’d worried about her? What was going on here?
“I’m glad. The factory will cover your expenses, and I’ve made sure your insurance is still in effect,” Mr. Hendrick assured her.
“I’m afraid I don’t have a position there anymore. Mr. Reynolds fired me yesterday,” she said, ashamed. Honey had never lost a job.
