Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Poor Dotty and Monroe didn’t seem to be doing as well as her, though. Butch was driving Dotty insane. She said he was an overprotective caveman who communicated in grunt language.
Monroe and Ralen kept butting heads, weirdly. But at least she was safe in Dante’s compound.
“What the hell?” Cash said as he walked into the room carrying a tray of food.
“Daddy!” she cried happily as though she hadn’t seen him in a week. “You’re here! I missed you.”
“I just went to get lunch,” he said. “I’ve been gone twenty minutes, tops. How did you create so much chaos in twenty minutes?”
That’s what he was doing . . . getting lunch.
He was such a good Daddy.
She shrugged and pushed her hair back off her face. “It’s a gift.”
“Or a curse, depending on how you look at it. Little Stowaway, why did you put your hands in your hair? Look at the mess you’ve made! I think we need to take a sticker off your sticker chart.”
“Nooo, Daddy! It’s just slime.”
“I guess we’ll put you in the bath. Lunch will have to wait.”
“But I’m hungry,” she grumbled. “And I’ve got to put this slime in these bottles for my friends. Can’t I bathe after that, Daddy? Please?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
“You are trouble, young lady.”
She grinned. “But the best kind, right, Daddy?”
“The very best kind.” Leaning over, he kissed her on the top of her head. “The only kind I ever want in my life.”
“Love you too, Daddy. You’re my forever Daddy.”
“I better be.”