The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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He nips the end of my nose. βDonβt try to hide what youβre feeling, baby doll. If this afternoonβs scene makes you angry, I want to know. But give it a chance, huh?β
I nod eagerly. βI will. Promise-promise.β
βGood girl. Howβs the writing going?β
βGood, Daddy. Maybe another week to finish the book Iβm working on now. Iβm ahead of deadline on that one, so Iβll be able to do my own editing before I send it to my editor. I like to send her something polished. And Iβm really excited about this new story. Iβve fleshed out the outline and written two scenes and it feels really good. Sometimes, when Iβm writing, it totally clicks. Right now, that oneβs clicking.β
βExcellent.β He grins at me, a grin that fills his dark eyes with warmth. βAm I still your muse?β
βTotally my muse. I kinda maybe used the evil edging in what I wrote today. You donβt mind, do you?β
βKinda maybe, huh?β At my sheepish grin, he kisses the tip of my nose. βI donβt mind at all. Glad I can inspire you, little love.β
He does inspire me. Even when he makes me angry. He fills me with all the feels and Iβm so grateful to him. I throw my arms around his neck.
He chuckles and kisses me behind my ear, tickling me until I have to wriggle away. βYouβre a delight, my girl. Should we get you changed so weβre not late to meet Niall?β
βYes, Daddy.β I hop off his lap and run over to my dresser. I pull out my Grendel T-shirt and show it to him. βCan I wear this?β
βBlack?β He squints at the shirt. βNot a fan of my little girl in black.β
The shirt is black, with just the white eye-streaks and nose dot of Grendelβs mask for relief, but itβs so cool. How can he not like it?
βJust for the gym? Please-please? You always look all bad, uh, bottomed and youβre wearing black. Canβt we match this once?β
Logan cracks up. He holds his hand out. I pass him the shirt and wait for him to stop laughing, happy that Iβve made him laugh so hard, even though Iβm not sure what tickled him.
He clears his throat as his laughter subsides and wipes his eyes.
βBad-bottomed, huh? Thatβs not a phrase Iβve had applied to me before.β He snorts through another bout of laughter. βBut I like it very much, little girl. And, yes, you can wear it this once. I donβt think I ever read Grendel. This image is familiar, though. I must have seen the covers or something.β
I take the shirt back from him and slip it over my head. βItβs really good, Daddy. I only have the omnibus now, so itβs not quite like reading the original comics, but itβs still really good. Itβs a little dark, though. Can I still keep it?β
He chuckles. βYes, little girl, as long as you only read it when Iβm with you. Have you restored much of your comic collection?β
I shake my head. What Maman destroyed is gone. Replacing my comics and books felt like an absurd expense, particularly when I was trying to get back on my feet that first year and Ash was being an ass about the money in our joint accounts. Fortunately, my royalties always went into a separate account, so I had something to live on. Still, I didnβt have extra for things like comics. By the time I did, the sting of their loss had faded.
βI bought some graphic novels and omnibuses, so I could read my favorite storylines again, but I havenβt tried to replace the individual comics.β
Logan nods, and as with our discussion about the disastrous orgasm denial, I have the sense that he hears everything Iβm not saying.
βShe had her reasons for doing things the way she did, I guess,β I say hesitantly, not even sure why Iβm defending Maman. βShe changed after Papa left. When I was really young, she was different. I remember her dancing around the house to old jazz songs. She had these Mardi Gras beads and sheβd drape them around my neck and dance with me. After Papa left, she stopped dancing. All her light went out. She didnβt want that for me. She said if Iβd give Ash another chance, if I really tried to make it work, Iβd see we could be happy again. My light didnβt have to go out.β I shrug and twist my hands together in the soft, black fabric of my shirt. βThing is, I donβt think I could have come back from it, no matter how hard I tried. If Ash had stayed late at work, or gone out for a night with the boys, Iβd have wondered. It would have eaten at me. I know that sounds really bad. Like I canβt forgive. Iβve known couples who have come back from cheating, but thatβs just not me.β
βCome here.β
Logan holds his hands out to me and when I take them, he pulls me into a koala-baby hug. I tuck my face into his neck and breathe in his warm, spicy scent. Mmm, Daddy.
βCheatingβs your hard limit, sweetheart. Everyone has their own tolerance for betrayal, and thatβs yours. I think itβs good you realized that about yourself and got out when you did.β He rubs his big hands up and down my back. βTurns out, itβs a hard limit for me, too, but it took me a lot longer to figure out. I thought if I was honest with everyone, open relationships would be okay. You know how I feel about communication. But all it really meant was a lot of lies and a lot of hurt all around.β
I give him a big squeeze, my poor daddy. βI know you donβt want to talk about it yet, but Iβm really, really sorry about Miranda.β
He sits back a little to kiss me on the forehead. βThank you, baby. I didnβt
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