Page 12 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

The twin comment is ridiculous as well. Noah and Leo don’t even lookthatsimilar.

“I vote that we never discuss this ever again,” Leo suggests, shoving a blueberry scone into his mouth.

“I second that,” I grumble.

“I’ll consider it,” Noah concedes. “I could be bribed into forgetting.”

“I don’t have anything to bribe you with,” Leo tells him. “Unless you want ballet lessons.” He offers a wink, letting his previous embarrassment go.

Henry chuckles. “Now there’s an idea.”

Noah rolls his eyes. “I was thinking dinner. Next week?”

“I can manage that,” Leo agrees.

Eating his toast quietly, a strange expression comes over his face. Looking at the crisp piece of bread, Leo’s eyes suddenly flare open. “Toast!” he yells, dropping the food from his hands.

“Yes, that is toast,” Henry comments easily.

“No,” Leo exclaims, standing up from the table. “Toast,my kitten!”

Noah stands up too, holding up his hands like he’s attempting to calm him down. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s only eight am; you’ve only been gone for twelve hours. I’m sure she’s fine.”

He pinches his lips between his teeth. “She’s not fully grown yet; she shouldn’t be alone this long, really. I have to go check on her.”

“Totally okay,” Noah tells him. “Come on, I’ll call a car for—”

“I can take you,” I interrupt, getting to my feet. “No sense in waiting for a car, mine is here.”And I’m not done with you yet. I don’t think I ever will be.

“I—” he looks as though he might object. “Are you sure?”

“You’re on the way, it’s no problem.”

Henry smirks. “No, I bet not.”

Noah scowls at his partner. “Ignore him. Come on, I’ll walk you guys to the elevator. You can take it straight down to the garage.”

Trying not to stress Leo out more than he already is, I remain quiet and calm for the trip down. I take his arm softly without a word, guiding him in the direction of where I’m parked. When I get him to the passenger side, the worried look in his eyes has lessened.

“An Audi?” he asks, nodding to my car with a surprised look.

I chuckle, getting his door open and waiting for him to duck inside before safely shutting it behind him. When I get into my own seat I ask, “Not what you were expecting?”

“You normally drive the black truck,” he blurts. “Erm, at least, when you bring Miley to class you do.”

“Ah, been watching me that closely, have you?”

“I, uh,” he splutters, but I save him from trying to explain.

“I’m only messing with you, Leo.” I start the drive once he buckles in, knowing which direction to head but not the exact location. Pointing to the touch screen in the center of us, I say, “Type in your address, and I’ll get you there to check on Toast.”

He flushes, moving to do just that. “Thank you, Ezra, really. I’m sure she’s fine, but I wasn’t expecting to stay the night…”

“Least I could do,” I grunt. “I’m the one who put you to sleep after all.”

Fuck, for more of what we did last night… I’d give him way more than a ride home.

CHAPTERSEVEN

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