Page 112 of My Favorite Boss

“Uh-huh.”

“Watch.”

“Okay, Romeo. I’m going to shower and see my dad and meet Rylee for coffee.”

“Since when?”

I shook my head. “Since I told you on Friday. You’re supposed to have lunch with Sam.”

He furrowed his brow. “Right. Forgot.”

“Well, between the marriage demands, the walking lessons, and the trussing, not surprised. You have a lot on your mind.”

“You know, you used to be afraid of me.”

With a grin, I slid my hand down his torso, cupping his dick. It reacted immediately, growing stiff under my fingers. “That was before I knew how to control you.”

He groaned as I dropped to my knees, pulling down his sweats.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered as I took him in my mouth. “I’m going to enjoy being married to you.”

I hummed around him, and he fisted a handful of my hair. “Forever, Myers. It’s you and me forever.”

I had to admit, the thought of that thrilled me.

“What’s on your mind, Maggie Mae?” Dad asked.

I startled at the use of my pet name and his voice. Dad had been pleased to see me, without remembering me. He happily ate the sandwich I brought him and chatted to me about his wife and little daughter, then fell asleep sitting in the sun.

I looked his way to see how clear his eyes were. He was watching me, understanding coloring his voice. The way he always used to before the disease took hold of his mind.

“Just thinking, Dad.”

“About?”

“I met someone,” I said, unsure how clear his memory was.

“I see. Is it serious?”

“I love him.”

“Is he good to you?”

I sighed, taking his hands. They were gnarled and rough, and I dug in my bag, bringing out the hand cream I always carried. I rubbed the cream into his dry skin, talking as I did. “He’s very good to me, Dad. He wants to take care of me.”

He grunted. “As he should. You’re a catch. Why haven’t I met him?”

“You did once,” I said carefully, unsure if he could recall the encounter. “He brought his kitten to see you.”

Dad frowned. “I remember a cat. A man, no.”

I chuckled. “Well, Hedgy is pretty cute.”

“Wait. I do remember a man. Tall. He asked me for my blessing to marry you.”

I looked down, not wanting him to see my disappointment. He was confusing memories. That happened a lot. Small bits got mixed together. TV shows, movies, past events, all became one memory at times. Incorrect, but I never tried to explain that. It only upset him. And me. I worked on his hands for a moment, then spoke when I knew my voice was steady.

“Well, did you say yes?”