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CHAPTER THREE

I wondered if I would ever see Rayna again. I wondered that all day. I wondered about her as I filled out the paperwork and signed off on reports about the accident the day before. I wondered as I took a few calls from city councilmen thanking me for the heroic efforts I put in. We always got calls when there was news coverage that captured the actual work involved. I wondered about Rayna as I went about my shift and did the typical work I always did.

I did more than wonder.

I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

The girl was beautiful. Her body seemed designed specifically to be attractive. Her breasts were lovely and firm and her hips came out from her waist in the most alluring possible way. If some god of sexuality had specifically designed the perfect ass, the god couldn’t come up with one better than the one on Rayna.

Beyond her beauty, though, I found myself amazed by just how smart the girl was. She didn’t behave like some kind of vacant, vapid nobody. She also seemed to have her shit together. Really, that was the thing that worried me. Why would a girl that perfect want a guy like me? Sure, I’d defended her and that earned me a wonderful night with her but there was no doubt in my mind that was all I would ever get no matter what else I wanted.

By the end of the day, I felt certain there would be nothing more with her. I wasn’t happy about it, but I was grateful for what I got. Girls like Rayna were one in a million and I was just a typical right off the assembly-line fireman. She could have a man like me anytime she wanted. She’d been caught up in the moment after that rude asshole at the restaurant. I got what I got, and I was grateful for it.

But damn it all to hell, it was hard to keep myself from fantasizing about having her as my little girl. A little girl like that would make me the kind of Daddy Dom I always wanted to be. Those thoughts filled my mind for about half the ride home before I finally forced them away. Dwelling on what I couldn’t have would be a damned stupid thing to do. I turned on the radio and let classic rock pull me away from the thoughts.

Classic rock. I had my parents to thank for my musical tastes.

I was in the midst of singing along about how sharp-dressed men drive women crazy as I pulled into my driveway and almost crashed right into my garage door because Rayna stood on my front porch. I turned off the car and leaped out. “Rayna!” I said as I walked up to her. She smiled and then burst into tears, running to me and holding me tightly.

I was shocked of course. I also felt a little guilty for almost feeling glad about whatever had her unhappy enough to seek me out.

I held her for a while as she wept onto my shoulder. When her sobs calmed, she pulled away, smiled at me, and said, “Thank you. I hope you don’t mind that I surprised you like this. I got your address from the receipt for the room.”

“The receipt?” I asked. “How did you get a receipt? I paid for the room.”

“They slipped it under the door,” she said. “It was there in the morning when I got up.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“It’s okay,” she said. Her lip began to tremble, and I could tell she was on the verge of tears.

“Hey,” I said softly. “What’s wrong? What’s going on, little girl.”

She took a deep breath and said, “My mom called me to make Thanksgiving plans, and…” she took another deep breath and was more composed when she continued. “Well, she was talking about dinner and stuff, and out of nowhere, she asked me if I wanted her to make me a salad or if I was going to buy my own food. I thought maybe she just wanted me to help pay for the meal but when I asked her, she said she didn’t need help, she just assumed—”

Her lip trembled again and she composed herself and said, “She just assumed I would want something lighter to eat because of my weight.”

“That’s horrible!” I cried. “She said that to you?”

“She did,” Rayna confirmed. “And when I asked her what she meant by that, she said, ‘Well, you don’t want to be fat your whole life, do you?’”

She burst into tears again and I gathered her into my arms and carried her to the couch. I held her there for a long time, rocking her softly until her sobs subsided once more.

She tried to speak again, and I said, “Shh, take your time, little girl. There’s no rush.”

“Why do you call me that?” she asked. “Little girl, I mean.”

I hesitated a moment. I decided now wasn’t the right time to have a full discussion of DDlg, so I only said, “I just feel like you could use a break from being an adult right now and enjoy some time relaxing with your Daddy.”

“Are you my Daddy?” she asked.

“I am for right now, at least,” I said. “Although I hope to be for long if you’re willing.” I kissed her forehead and said, “We can talk about that later, though. You just focus on relaxing and feeling better.”

She smiled and said, “You know, you’re the first man who ever made me feel attractive.”

I stared at her in shock, unable to believe what I just heard. “Are you serious?” I cried out. “You’re beautiful!”

She laughed and said, “I’m glad you think so.”

“Hey,” I said, sternly. She gasped and a little color came to her cheeks. “You are beautiful,” I said. “It’s not something I think, it’s an objective fact, whatever your mother and Prickface the Sandwich King want to say.”

She giggled at that, and the laugh sounded so natural and perfect coming from her that I couldn’t resist kissing her. She kissed me back, softly at first, but with increasing urgency. Her hands snaked around me and I became acutely aware of the smell of her and the feel of her body pressed against mine.

God, she was beyond perfect.

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