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“Trust me.” He admired the new seat. “It gets your blood pumping. There’s nothing quite like it. Riding makes you feel alive.” “Sex does the same thing. I don’t feel the need to find a substitute.”
“You’re such a shit. I fucking love you.”
Gustave leaned closer to me and lowered his voice in a mock whisper. “He will live a long, long life, that one, but he will die sad, eh?”
Quaid is a wealth of information. He’s taught me all kinds of things since I moved in. Like how to fold laundry.” Amelia tipped her head to the side, eyes glimmering with humor. “Mom taught us to fold laundry when we were kids.” “She did, but she taught us wrong.” I stabbed a finger on the table. “There is a science to laundry folding that Mom was unaware of, and it’s a skill I can’t seem to master. He’s also taught me how to properly load a dishwasher and helpfully stands over my shoulder to supervise me and be sure I don’t make mistakes. He’s explained the difference between bathroom cleaner
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“Promise me you won’t get mad.” My pulse jumped, and a hand slapped over my eyes at the same time I tried to open them. “What have you done?” He chuckled. “It’s nothing bad.” “You can’t start a conversation with ‘don’t get mad’ then expect me to be chill. Have you met me?”
“I’m going to remove my hand from your eyes, and you’re going to stay calm. Can you do that?” “I make no promises. I’m already halfway to a meltdown and don’t know why.”
Aslan removed his hand. Cradled in his arms was a tiny, fluffy, gray-and-white ball of fur about the size of a softball. My eyes widened to match the animals, and I stepped back. “That’s a cat!” “It’s a kitten. His name is Oscar, and he’s our new baby.”
Wait. Our baby. He’d called Oscar our new baby. My insides turned to goo. The kitten was a member of our family. It wasn’t a child, but it was something. Our family. Aslan had made us a family. Without warning, my vision blurred. A hand squeezed around my heart, and I swallowed a lump. Oh god. I was such a sap.
Aslan’s lips were puckered at the camera. The text underneath read, Good morning, Daddy.
You haven’t seen the sneer yet, but you will. He thinks it’s scary. It’s not, but we still respect its presence.
“Cats and fucking beards. Who are you?”
Get dressed, and seriously, shave that shit off your face. I can’t stand it. It makes you look like a country boy. All you need is a flannel.”
“You do not get a say in whether or not my boyfriend has a beard.” Torin’s grin widened. “Is that what this is about? Come on. It looked terrible.” “It looked amazing.” “He looked like a ragtag country boy.” Quaid threw his hands up. “Exactly. And that is sexy as hell. Unless you’re sleeping with him, you have no say, understand?”
“I’m not letting you down until I clean up the fish, so forget it. You’re a bad ball of fur. That was our dinner, not yours.”
We don’t want to upset Daddy Quaid.”
I’d deal with Frawley like I did everyone else in my life. Poorly.
I was going to risk my life for love. And it was worth it.
He kissed me on the forehead next, and I gave up the fight. “Quit trying to kiss away my problems.”
“You’re snarling right now, which is hardly fair when I’m the guy who offered you stress relief in the form of a quick fuck in the supply room not an hour ago.
Everyone had a weakness, and Quaid’s was french fries.
“I shouldn’t run.” He huffed and puffed, a hand clutched to his chest. “I wasn’t built for such things.”
The radio was on. It was set to my favorite classic soft rock station. She hadn’t changed it, and Bon Jovi crooned about being there for me—well, not me, but a guy could fantasize.
Daddy was a badass mofo and managed to—Wait. Am I Daddy, or is Quaid Daddy? We can’t both be Daddy. That will get confusing.
“How can you hate Korn?” he shouted as I moved down the hall. “Valor, come back. What about popcorn? Do you like popcorn?
