Page 129 of Saving Daddy

“What?” she asked.

“That T-shirt. It’s coming off.”

“What? Why?” She stared down at her T-shirt. There was nothing offensive on it. It was navy blue with a logo for a surf wear brand.

“Take it off.” He stood, glaring at her. As though she had gravely offended him.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“What’s wrong with it? I would think that was obvious. It’s not mine.”

“Huh?” She must be exhausted, because she had no idea what he was talking about. Of course her T-shirt wasn’t his. It was hers. “It’s mine.”

“It’s a man’s T-shirt. And I won’t have it. If you want to sleep in a man’s T-shirt, you’ll sleep in mine.”

To her shock, he proceeded to take off his T-shirt. And there he stood with his chest fully on display.

Damn, the man was ripped.

And those tattoos.

She had to fight the urge to tackle him and lick every tattoo on his chest . . . his arms . . . yummy.

Then he stepped toward her with his T-shirt. “Arms up.”

“Wait . . . wait!” she demanded.

“For what?” he rumbled.

“This isn’t a man’s T-shirt.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s my T-shirt.”

“It’s falling off you,” he pointed out. “It’s huge.”

“I know. I bought it at a thrift store to wear to bed. I like how soft and comfortable it is.”

“You bought a T-shirt at a thrift store to sleep in?”

“I washed it,” she said defensively. She didn’t have much money and she’d been saving any spare change she had so she could buy gifts for the boys and replace her car one day.

“I wasn’t saying . . . shit. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean anything by that.” He sat on the bed, facing her. “Look at me, please.”

She glanced up at him.

“I’m an idiot.”

Okay, that wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. She blinked in surprise.

“I was jealous because I was imagining some guy giving you that T-shirt and that you’re wearing it because it reminded you of him. I’m so sorry, baby girl. Forgive me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you should spend some time in the corner.” She grinned at him slyly.

His eyes danced as he put a mock-stern look on his face. “That is not happening, brat. Nobody puts Daddy in the corner.”

She giggled. “That’s ridiculous.”

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