Page 42 of Protector Daddy


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He started to speak then released a tormented groan. “I try to be good.”

“Where’s the fun in that? By the way, Mickey is going to torture me to get the deets about Halloween. I know I shouldn’t tell her. But she always has details and it’s been a lifetime since I’ve had anything worthy to share. Will you hate me if I give her a little taste? She’ll be completely jealous.”

“If you give me more than a little taste after, feel free.”

I wiped water droplets out of my eyes as I fought a grin. “Can I tell her your dick is the size of a Mack truck? I know you hate gossip.”

“That’s not gossip.”

“It isn’t?”

“Facts don’t fall under gossip. See you Friday night. I’ll pick you up at the bakery.”

He clicked off before I could reply.

I didn’t even know how he knew I’d be working. Spidey cop senses? I’d told him I usually worked mornings, but Friday night a couple extra employees had requested time off so I’d offered to work a double.

Maybe he’d asked Tabitha? Or my brothers? Though they weren’t up on my schedule usually. I wasn’t sure what they’d want him to know in any case.

But so much for figuring we were done. As much as I wanted that Dispatcher job, I wanted Christian more. Not even a contest. For a couple nights or a month or whatever way it turned out. He was worth the risk.

Of course, the best option of all would be to get both the man and the job.

Dream on, McNeill. Make your pick and fast because you only get one of the two.

Maybe.

By the time Mickey showed up, I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and bundled into my thickest robe. I was making some of Christian’s Luna tea—that I’d picked up the other day after being embarrassed to death at the police station with Chief Brooks—because it made me think of Christian.

Not that I could stop at this point.

I was smiling dopily and stirring my tea when Mickey wandered over to smell it. “Tea? Are you sick?” She held a hand to my forehead. “Nope.”

“He made me tea the other night. I liked it.” I shrugged and sipped. “No big deal.”

“You aren’t a tea drinker.”

“So? I can try new things.”

“What’s gotten into you?” She flopped down on the sofa and grabbed a pillow, holding it against her stomach as a sly grin crossed her face. “Besides Christian’s dick, that is.”

I sat next to her and continued sipping.

“It couldn’t have beenthatgood.”

“Oh, it is. It’s a St. John’s Wort blend with honey and jasmine.”

“You cow, I’m not talking about his frou-frou tea. Dude doesn’t even seem like he knows how to move his hips.”

I couldn’t help snorting. “Wrong. So wrong.”

“You’re glowing. I kind of hate you right now.” She kicked out at me before laughing. “I was going to ask if he has a brother. I know he does. The model dude. Though he’s got a kid, right?” She sighed. “So close to perfect.”

“He has another brother besides the model but a guy having a kid doesn’t knock him out of the running. It doesn’t have to,” I added when she made a face. “But Christian says he’s always on the move. Doesn’t spend a lot of time in one place.”

“That can be a good thing. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Besides, there’s always Zoom sex.”

I tossed a pillow at her. “I’d rather have the real thing.”

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