Page 51 of Saving Daddy


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“Is that a euphemism for something else?” She eyed him suspiciously.

He burst into laughter. “It is not.”

“Good. Because I didn’t want to have to knee you in the balls.”

“I’d rather you didn’t either. It also has glitter and magical healing powers.”

“Ooh.” There was wonder on her face. “Can it make me all better?”

“Your tailbone? It sure can.”

He caught a strange look on her face. Had she been talking about her tailbone?

Or something else?

What else could she need to be fixed? She wasn’t ill, was she? Worry ate at him as he grabbed the weighted blanket off the floor and placed it over her legs.

Then he picked up his bag and sat it on the bed next to her. Shoot, the bags of food were still on the floor. He’d get to them soon.

“Was there something else you needed fixed?” he asked. “Anything hurting? Do you feel ill?”

“No. I’m good.”

He searched inside his bag and pulled out the ice pack before cracking it to activate it. Then he placed it carefully on her tailbone.

“Ooh, that’s chilly.” She reached back to grab it, and he lightly smacked her hand.

“No. Leave.”

She froze and stared up at him.

Fuck. What had he just done? She was not his Little. But before he could apologize, she nodded.

“Okie-dokie. I’ll leave it. Can we eat now?”

“Of course.”

Grabbing the bags of food off the floor, he pulled out the meals he’d bought at the diner, placing them on the small table.

“I got us some food from the diner for dinner and then some pastries and cheese and crackers for tomorrow. I thought we could have a charcuterie board.”

“You know what a charcuterie board is? And how to do one?”

“Umm. It’s just cheese on a board, right? Or, in this case, probably a plate.”

“Dude. No. There is an art to a good charcuterie board.”

“There is?” His lips twitched. “Good to know. Maybe you’ll show me?”

“Maybe,” she said in a serious voice. “But only if you’re truly committed to learning.”

He placed his hand on his heart. “I do solemnly swear that I am.”

“Hmm. I’m not sure you mean that.”

“Do I need to swear on something sacred to me?”

“I think you do. It’s the only way I’ll know for sure that I can impart this information.”

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