Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help snorting.
“I’m asshole guy, not soup guy.”
That got giggles from him but he wasn’t moving to go answer the door.
So it was a Daddy issue?
Fuck it all.
“Wait right there while I chase off the crazy chick.” I hadn’t dated that many women, but I knew crazy when I saw it.
I’d learned from the best, so I kept a straight face as I went to the back door and I was glad I’d locked it earlier. “He’s busy. We’re hanging out. You can come back later.”
I thought it was obvious and that she might assume it was a date of some sort, but she frowned and didn’t seem to be in any mood to walk away. “Did he kidnap you somehow? Did you kidnap him? It was just soup, dude.”
God.
“No.” The questions just kept getting more and more ridiculous, so I thought that would cover all of them. “Call him later tonight or tomorrow.”
She was a special brand of stubborn and just raised her voice. “Somehow they both met up at the bakery and now they’re going on a date without me. Teddy? They were angry.”
I could guarantee they had a right to be angry but that didn’t slow her down.
“They’re going to that stupid movie I wanted to see and that vegan restaurant over by Walmart for dinner. I’m never going to be able to show my face there again.” That seemed to piss her off more than whatever happened to begin with. “They’re both huge gossips. Everyone is going to know and this is going to make dating even harder.”
Chipmunk’s snort said he wasn’t worried. “Oops.”
Whatever the screamer had done was clearly her fault, so I shook my head. “He’s busy. Try apologizing to them and don’t do it again.”
Whatever it was.
Hell, whatever she’d done seemed worse than my behavior or Teddy would’ve been more sympathetic.
“I don’t know how it happened.”
Her being ridiculous seemed like a good place to start.
“Call him tomorrow and see if he’s free.”
Because currently he was busy coloring my dinosaur picture and I wasn’t willing to share.
Chapter 6
Teddy
“It’s nine o’clock, brat.” Daddy glared and crossed his arms, but he did that a lot. “I have to go and you’re still little.”
“No.” I was Daddy’s good boy, though, so I smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He sighed and glared bigger. “She said she’s coming back soon and I’m not sure what she’ll do if I don’t let her in.”
Ugh.
“Stop playing dead and get up off the floor.” Daddy made grumbly sounds. “It looks like a murder scene. You should’ve let me clean you up better.”
Ha.
Messy nuggets.
“Do you know what your mother will do to me if she has to come bail us out of jail?” Daddy stomped over and looked down, being serious Daddy. “She’ll kill me with one of those long thin candles she was selling last year. Those looked sharp.”
I held up my hand. “Booboo.”
Daddy was smart.
He sighed and wiggled his hand.
“Up.” When I pouted, he raised one eyebrow. “I might be able to find another brownie for a grown-up Teddy who wants to tell his friend I haven’t kidnapped him.”
Olivia.
“Fine.” Maybe. “See?”
Big boy time.
Stand straight.
Look serious.
No funny business.
“My brownie, please.” Ha. Manners were for big or little. Karma was a bitch. “Thank you.”
Daddy narrowed his eyes and huffed. “You’re still little.”
Smart Daddy.
“I’m a big boy.” Oops. Not supposed to say big boy. Grown-ups were boring. “I was bribed with a brownie.”
Oh, yes.
Good job.
“Chipmunk, this isn’t going to work.” Daddy cocked his head and looked thinky. “You look like a robot pretending to be human.”
No giggles.
No giggles.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“See?” Daddy waved his hand at me. “That’s what a robot pretending to be human would say. You didn’t even try to lie and say you were human.”
“I’m human.” He was so silly. “I’m playing pretend, shh.”
“Fucking hell.” Daddy shook his head again. “She’s going to think I’ve drugged you or something.”
Daddy worried.
“This isn’t something you can play pretend about.” Daddy thought he was right. Daddy was wrong. “You have to actually be big to talk to her.”
Nope.
Hmm.
“Masking.” I shrugged. “I’m a grown-up.”
Daddy frowned and got his confused face on. “That’s not what that word means.”
Yes.
“Ready time.” I took Daddy’s hand and tugged him faster and faster. “Be careful.”
“Why the fuck are these stairs so steep?” Daddy almost fell again. “Who designed this house?”
“I don’t know.” Ha. Big boy words. “I need a shirt, please.”
Daddy groaned. “I’m going to get arrested for turning you into a robot.”
Daddy was weird.
“Shirt.” I pointed to my dresser and raised my hand. “You have to pick it out.”
More big boy words.
I was so smart.
Daddy was so dramatic but he was smart too and gave me what I wanted.
“This is ridiculous and we should’ve talked about limits before I change your shirt.” Daddy liked rules and being a good boy. “Coloring is one thing but this is another.”