Page 10 of Magic and Mayhem

“Several of the people in town asked me about it, but I didn’t realize what was happening there.” Maybe that was part of the reason why they weren’t getting enough Daddies showing up?

“That was helpful.” His earnest response had me trying not to laugh.

“I think we need to work on their explanation, though.” We’d have to figure that out because just judging by some of the fascinating people I’d met, I could not be the only Dom in the area.

“Marketing.” He nodded, an adorably serious look on his face. “Yes, we need to work on our marketing.”

He wasn’t wrong, so I had to agree with my adorable alien. “That’s the key to just about everything in life.”

That earned me another smile. “Yes, like you do a very good job of presenting h—police officers in a wonderful light. Good marketing. Everyone likes you and they’re glad you’ve stuck around.”

Pretending he hadn’t just started to sayhumanpolice officers, I smiled and squeezed my cute alien’s hand. “I’m glad everyone has taken the time to get to know me and made transitioning here so interesting.”

Just because they were insane didn’t mean they hadn’t been polite.

“We went through a lot of deputies for a while, but Lorne and everyone were really glad you stayed.” He looked delightfully innocent as he explained why it was so nice having me around. “You were even nice to Lorne when he got…well, when he keeps having to steal the watches.”

Wait.

Was that some kind of alien thing?

Was someone zapping the cute little klepto?

For fuck’s sake, how was I supposed to keep him safe if I didn’t understand their technological limits?

“He was very polite when I first went over to meet him, and the sheriff made sure I knew he shouldn’t be arrested.” Clearly, that frustrating fucker knew something was up with those stupid watches. “I’ll try to come up with a way to help out Lorne.”

If he was being zapped, that seemed like something the police should handle.

Fucking aliens.

But I couldn’t work on that yet, so I looked around the room. “We got distracted. You need a snack.”

Or I might end up in a tea party.

“Yes, food.” Kenzie frowned. “It’s easy to get distracted.”

“We’ll work on that.” Looking around the room again, this time to figure out a plan and not just gawk, I nodded toward the table. “How about you go sit down while I figure out a good option?”

Cooking did not seem to be Kenzie’s strong suit, so I wasn’t surprised when he released my hand and almost skipped over to the obviously handcrafted table. “Thank you for feeding me.”

“You’re welcome.” I could almost hear the way he wanted to call me Daddy, but he seemed to be restraining himself for the time being.

It probably wasn’t a bad idea to wait until after we’d had at least one date, but I wouldn’t have minded. There was just something about the cute little alien that said he was supposed to be mine. Mind control or alien pheromones, I wasn’t going to fight it.

“Any preferences?” Heading over to the fridge as he shrugged, I took that as a no and started exploring.

He was right…he did like cheese.

Kenzie had a lot of it, probably because it didn’t require cooking to enjoy it. In fact, most of the food in his fridge didn’t require a lot of cooking. He didn’t seem to have a thousand freezer meals, but there was a lot of salad stuff and luncheon meat.

Surprisingly, the only thing he had in abundance was a well-organized freezer full of cookies and brownies and even what seemed to be cake, wrapped up neatly and labeled.

“Do you like to bake, cutie?” Taking out some cheese and an apple, I glanced over at the table to see Kenzie giving me another sparkly smile. “I bet you are a wonderful baker.”

That got me happy wiggles and an ear-to-ear smile. “Yes, I’m really good at it.”

Creative with lots of rules…yeah, I could see that. “It all looks delicious.”

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