Chilled and Thrilled (Daddy Issues, #1)

by Cleo White

Being of sound mind and delightfully curvy but lactose intolerant body,

Sophie wants me too, and now that I’m sure of it—damn it. Damn it, I have no idea how I’ll keep myself off her.

While I’m not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like “thou shall not covet thy bestie’s hot dad” would be pretty high on that list.

I’m standing in the eye of a storm of my own creation, and the only way out is through.

It still counts as revenge if the person you’re enacting it upon doesn’t know they deserve revenge, right? I mean, it’s the thought that counts.

I want to take care of her. Not as her best friend’s father, not as her boss, but as a man who takes care of a woman who means the world to him.

Sophie Nelson, the forbidden fruit, the girl I was never supposed to touch, feels like she was created just for me.

I must have been a saint in a former life. It’s the only explanation for getting this obscenely lucky.

“I’ve never wanted to keep someone the way I want to keep you.”

If I’d known you felt this way about me, too, I wouldn’t have held back as long as I did. I’ve been falling for you for a year now. Don’t make me pretend anymore.”

Will it always be like this between us? Bram always being sweet, devoted, and thoughtful, except when he’s inside me? If so, sold.

Against all odds, I got the girl. Now, I just need to figure out how to keep her.

One hand weaves carefully through the hair at the base of her skull, guiding her lips to mine so I can kiss her with one singular purpose. Fall in love with me, Sophie.

“Making poor decisions as a child does not mean you have to deprive yourself of happiness as an adult.”

Sophie Vogel—that’s my end game.

I’m all in on Honor’s dad; the wonderful, slightly extra, brilliant man who sees exactly who I am, and wants me not despite it, but for it. Everything I’ve wanted, but never dared hope for, has happened.

“I’m sorry that this is the way we met. Sorry that having these feelings is so much more complicated than it would be otherwise. I’m not sorry I get to love you, though, sweetheart, and we’re going to get through this.”

I’m not scared, though. In the space of one snowstorm, I’ve become a whole new person. Or, at least, I see myself in a way I couldn’t before.

Now, after a full three hundred and sixty five days of loving her in the open, I’m long past ready to be her husband.