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“I think I’ll become a matchmaker. You know, like one of those matchmaking elves.”
Autumn gave Brody a questioning look. Her sexy computer genius shrugged.
“Matchmaking elves? Daddy, I’m not sure there is such a thing,” she ventured.
“I’m sure there is,” he said confidently.
That was her Fox. Her Daddy. Always confident. Always in charge.
Just the way she liked him.
Loved him.
“Isn’t it Cupid who matchmakes?” Brody mused, hiding a yawn behind his hand.
She was worried about her Brody-bear. He looked so tired, even more so with the dark marks under his eyes. He was working long hours. A lot of the time, he worked from home. But lately, he’d been going into Callahan Security to work. They had some things going on that he said he needed to work on there as it was better equipped.
Maybe you’re distracting him too much.
Perhaps. Or it could be the Fox. He tended to be very distracting. But she hoped Brody would tell her if she’d been bothering him while he worked, she hoped he’d tell her.
Although he’d probably worry about hurting her feelings.
Drat.
She hoped whatever he had going on at work eased soon. She wasn’t sure if the Fox had noticed how tired Brody was . . . though he probably had, not much got by him. However, he wasn’t always in tune with others’ emotions and feelings.
Still, she knew the Fox wouldn’t put up with this for much longer.
“Cupid!” the Fox said, sounding insulted. “Are you likening me to that chubby child with wings and a bow and arrow? Really, who would give a child a bow and arrow?”
“Um,” she said hesitantly. To be honest, she thought if anyone would give a kid a bow and arrow, it would be the Fox.
“Everyone knows a child wouldn’t have the strength or the coordination to handle a bow and arrow.”
Right.
“You do realize you just called yourself an elf before, right?” Brody asked. “They’re small, with pointed ears. How is that any worse than being a chubby child with wings?”
“Simple. Elves are make-believe.”
Autumn gaped at him. She would not stand for that. “They are not, Daddy! Elves are real! Santa is real. Are you saying that Santa isn’t real?” She let her lower lip drop out, and it trembled slightly.
The Fox’s eyes widened, as he gaped at her. “No, I, uh, well, I’m not saying that at all.”
Whoa. Had she flustered him?
She added a sniffle for good measure.
Suddenly, she found herself sitting on his lap. “Of course elves are real, Bunny. So is Santa.”
To hide her smile, she buried her face in his chest. Okay, maybe she was being a tiny bit naughty. But he didn’t need to know that.
“She’s having you on, Papa,” Brody told him.
Autumn gasped dramatically. What the heck? Why was he ratting her out?
Leaning back in the Fox’s hold, she turned to glare at Brody. “That’s against the code!”
