Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“Of course! I like to eat.”
When he set her down, she relaxed against the scrumptious leather couch only to sit up straight when he snapped his fingers and announced, “Hold on. I’ve got something for you and Beatrice.”
Razor returned, taking a gray blanket out of a clear plastic wrapper. He shook out the folds before draping it over her. “Now you’re officially part of the Devil Daddies MC.”
Honey rubbed her face on the soft material. Her fingers brushed over a stitched section. She lifted the patch up to study it. “It’s the same design as the one on your jacket.”
“It is. A reminder of who will always be there to protect you. These blankets are special. Lucien created them. Each member of the MC gets one.”
She looked at him carefully, suspecting he’d stressed the word for a reason. “One?” What did it mean for her to have it?
“Yes. We guard it and only give it to the person we know is our Little.”
“Oh. This is so special. Maybe you should keep it safe,” she said, gathering the warmth to fold it.
“No, sweetheart. You don’t understand. That blanket is now yours. I won’t take it back. You’re the Little girl I wish to have it.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “How can you be so sure I’m your Little?”
“You don’t think I can recognize who belongs to me?”
She searched his face. His gaze held hers steadily, with no doubt or wavering. The broken pieces inside her seemed to snap back into place. Her diagnosis had shattered her. Then to be alone—it had been so hard.
Carefully, Honey smoothed the blanket over herself. Razor helped, making sure her toes were covered. He squeezed her left foot before pulling out his phone to snap a picture of her.
“I can’t imagine I’ll ever forget this moment, but I want to remember it clearly. Now, no zooming around the house on your knee scooter until we practice,” he told her with mock seriousness.
“Definitely. I can tell it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to pop wheelies, Razor.”
“Daddy,” he corrected her automatically.
“Sorry. It takes a while to remember. I’ll work on it,” she promised.
“I’ll look forward to that day,” he told her with a smile.
Meeting his gaze, she said, “Thank you, Daddy. For everything.”
He braced a hand on the seat beside her and leaned forward to press a kiss on her lips. The heated exchange thrilled her. His touch felt electric, bringing her to life. Deciding not to question how this man had such an impact on her, she focused only on her enjoyment. When he raised his mouth from hers, Honey lifted her lips for a second kiss.
“Stop tempting Daddy, Little girl.”
“But it’s fun.”
“It is.” Razor cupped the side of her face and studied her. To her surprise, his scrutiny didn’t make her uncomfortable. His face was solemn and intent, but his lips curved up at the corners. She pleased him.
Honey had never felt so valuable to anyone. “I’m very glad I found you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Best day ever.”
Chapter 13
The next morning, Honey scanned the family room and laughed. Three bottles of water sat on the end table next to her along with an apple, a box of crackers, and a jar of peanut butter in case she got hungry or thirsty before he came back at lunch. Razor had unpacked her suitcases and stowed her things in the closet and in the drawers of his bedroom chest.
They’d practiced a bit on the knee scooter. Honey couldn’t say she was comfortable on it, but she could use it if she moved slowly and needed to get to the bathroom. Who knew they made those? Razor. He thought of everything.
Her phone blasted the special ringtone Razor had programmed into her device for himself. “Hi, Daddy. I’m fine.”
“I’m glad, Honey. I’m at the clinic now. Menace is at the gate today if you need anything.”
“I’ll be okay. Beatrice and I are going to watch something on TV and relax. And yes, I have my foot on the pillows.”
“That’s my girl. I’ll see you at lunch. Call if you need me.”
“Go heal someone, Daddy.” She heard someone shout his name in the background. The Devil Daddies seemed like an accident-prone bunch.
“Got to go. Be good, Honey.”
She stared at the blank screen before shrugging. What else could she do? Honey wrinkled her nose at her hurt ankle. It was better today but still tender. Thank goodness she didn’t have to make it in for work.
“Ahh!” she screamed when her phone blared again in her hand. Honey looked down to see a name displayed. “Thomas Hendrick?” The company president was calling her? How had she warranted his attention?
Torn between apprehension and excitement, she accepted the call. “Hello?”
“Honey, this is Thomas Hendrick.”
“Good morning, sir.”
“I would like to check on your health and to talk to you about your position at the factory.”