“So, tell us about the mystery guy who took care of you,” Zeke says.
“His name was Emmet, and I collided with him when I almost didn’t board.” I relay the whole story to them, finishing with, “And he gave me his number.”
“You should call him,” Zeke says.
“He sounds really nice,” Rett adds.
“He sounds like a Daddy,” Zeke says knowingly.
“A Daddy?” I glance at Micah.
He smiles and nods. “I agree.”
I rub my neck. “I figured he might be a Dom…”
“Daddy,” Zeke says. “And he likes you.”
My face heats up. “You can’t know that.”
“Ahem. He gave you his phone number.”
“He was just being polite.”
“You’re in the US, now. People aren’t polite for the sake of it. They’re more direct than you Brits. If he asked you to call, it means he wants you to,” Zeke says. “So, you should. Unless you’re not into him?”
“I was. I am,” I stammer. “He was incredible. So kind and caring. I still can’t believe he took care of me for the whole flight. He didn’t need to do that.”
“Daddy,” Zeke and Rett say in unison.
Micah chuckles.
I stare at Emmet’s business card. “You really think he wants me to call?”
“Yes,” Zeke replies.
I recall the way he touched my hair, right before he gave me his card. At the time, I was too jittery to comprehend that he was flirting with me. But he was, wasn’t he?
“You could ask him to show you around New York tomorrow,” Zeke suggests.
“Or we could, if you’d prefer,” Rett offers.
“I think we’ll be too busy,” Zeke says.
“We will?” Rett asks.
“Yes. With work.”
“But we?—”
“Busy,” Zeke says almost sternly.
Micah cracks up laughing. “You’re a real brat when you want to be, Zeke.”
“I’m not being a brat.” He folds his arms and pouts.
“Yes, you are.” Micah kisses him. “And I love you for it. Seriously, Ty, we can show you around tomorrow, if you want.”
“Or you can call dreamy Emmet and see how well you get along when you’re not afraid for your life,” Zeke says.
