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“Sir?” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Do you think you might want to call me Daddy now?”

I turned. Our faces were only inches apart. The lights shone too bright. The air tremored.

“Yes.”

6

Truce

That night, after the bar closed, I offered to share my Uber with my new little. It was past two a.m. I didn’t like the thought of him alone.

“I’d like to see you safely home,” I said.

“Thank you, but I have my own car.”

“I came in an Uber. But I can walk you to your car. How’s that?”

“That’s it? The night is over?” he asked.

If I had my way, this night would never end. “We can exchange numbers. I’ll text you to make sure you made it safely home.”

His eyebrows rose. His cheeks pinked. He spoke as he ducked his head. “I’d like that so much.”

I grabbed my cell from my pocket. “Where are you parked?”

Kairo pointed to the parking garage. As we walked down the sidewalk, he said, “Don’t you have a car?”

“I do. I got a DUI when I was 25. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. Now, if I go to any club or bar where I know I’ll be drinking I get an Uber.”

“Oh, so you are uber careful.”

“Did you just make a joke?” I laughed

He snickered, covering his face with his cat.

“You’re a funny little one, aren’t you?”

“I am?”

“Sweetheart, you are delightful.”

Kairo pushed his shoulders back, chin up, and that smile of his was sweet enough to rival any dessert.

When we got to the parking garage, he went straight to a black BMW that looked so new it appeared wet. I thought he’d walk right by but instead he pressed a small fob on a keychain and its lights came on along with the purr of an engine. That make and model went for ninety-five grand to start. It shocked me for a moment but I said nothing.

“Yours?”

His eyes got big. “Yeah.” His chest expanded with a big breath. “It’s nothing, really. It was a gift.”

I nodded. “You’re okay to drive, right?” I knew he was. I’d whispered “Go light” to the bartender when I’d ordered the drink for him. The martini he’d had was heavy on the chocolate and whipped cream, light on the vodka.

“I’m fine.”

I leaned toward him. “Let me look at your eyes.”

At my request, he opened them wide and stood still.

“Yeah.” I chucked him under the chin. “You’re fine.”