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She’s smiling up at him, and you can see how close they are. Brooks’s eyes are smiling, and the sight of his strong arms holding his niece has my ovaries screaming. What is it about a man doting on kids, whether they are his or not, that’s so damn hot?
“You’s my favorite rights now,” she tells him.
“My girl.” I hold my hand up for a high-five, and she doesn’t disappoint, slapping her little hand against mine. “That’s how it’s done.”
“You’re as bad as they are.” Declan shakes his head. “Come on, squirt. We need to get home and get you some dinner.”
Blakely shoves a Teddy Graham into her mouth and grips the bag before holding her arms out for her dad to take her. Declan’s features soften as he pulls her from Brooks and settles her on his hip.
“Now who’s spoiling her?” Brooks teases.
“I’m her dad. I’m allowed.”
“Uh-huh.” Brooks laughs.
“I’ll see you two tomorrow.” He waves and Blakely does as well, and then they’re gone.
“She’s adorable.”
“Right?” Brooks responds.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell her no either.”
“It’s tough. If it was something that was going to hurt her, I would tell her no, but it’s a snack.” He shrugs.
“Speaking of snacks, are we still doing this meal prep thing?”
“Yes, but I’m starving. Have you eaten?” he asks.
My stomach answers for me as it growls, the sound filling the kitchen. “No.”
“How about we go grab something to eat, then we can come back here and start the meal prep?”
“Are you sure?” He wants to go out to eat with me? What is this life?
“I’m positive. I might wither away otherwise. What sounds good?”
“Anything, I’m not really a picky eater.”
“You need to get home at a certain time?” he asks.
“Nope. My client canceled. I’m all yours.”
His eyes flash, and I can feel my face heat from embarrassment.
“Let’s hit the food trucks over in Harris.”
“Is that today?”
“Yeah, and it sounds damn good right now. We’ll have lots of options.”
“I’m game.”
“Perfect.” He swipes his phone from the counter and shoves it in his pocket. “You driving?” His lips pull into a grin.
“I think I’ll claim shotgun for this adventure.”
He chuckles. “Let’s go.” With his hand on the small of my back, he leads me to the front door. I grab my purse and phone and hand him the keys to his truck. “Thanks.” He guides me out to the porch, and when he drops his hand to lock the door, I keep walking to the truck, needing a little distance.
