The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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But I draw the line at dry, whole-wheat toast. At least put some bloody marmalade on it.
Emily chews ten times before she smiles at me. Such a good girl. Sheβs not holding a grudge over the discipline, or the orgasm denial afterwards. She never does. Which makes Rachelβs continued antagonism all the more aggravating. If Rachel had just once extended the olive branch, Emily would have taken it. They might never have been friends, but I wouldnβt need to exile Rachel and her master to bloody Jersey.
The drone of bees draws my attention back outside. Just like when Mum was alive. I love that Emilyβs brought the bees back. I love this place. Full of memories, good and bad, but mostly good. And, with Emily here, weβre layering good memory on top of good memory.
Itβs going to fuck me up if I have to sell this place to pay off the vultures. But I donβt see any other way.
My phone, face down on the table next to Emilyβs, rings. Remembering the call from the bastard debt collector yesterday, I check the caller ID first.
Rick Errol.
I wipe crumbs off my fingers and accept the call. βHey, mate.β
βHey. Howβs it going?β
βBetter every day. Barely using the cane anymore. Howβs things at your end?β
βAll good. You sound strong, man,β he says.
βYeah, Iβm feeling good. Whatβs up?β
βIf youβre feeling that much better, how βbout we meet up at the gym today?β
Rickβs more of a poser than a lifter, but I donβt mind a low-key workout after yesterdayβs physical therapy session. And itβll get me thinking about something other than losing my parentsβ house. βSure, yours or mine?β
βMine. Listen, donβt bring Emily, okay? Something I want to run by you.β
Rickβs been a client longer than heβs been a friend. Iβve done the security systems for both of his houses and run his security team at every major event, including the AVN Awards in Vegas, which are a bigger security nightmare than a Texas motorcade, for the past four years. He hasnβt given me a heads-up about any problems. Heβs got a party coming up, but weβve done dozens of them over the years. I donβt even do the physical security for his parties anymore. My business partner, Manny, handles the one-on-one detail and the building security people follow my plan. Maybe Rickβs looking at another house.
βNo problem,β I say. βEleven suit you?β That gives me plenty of time to finish breakfast and bathe my little girl before I have to jump on the train.
βYeah, see you then.β
After I end the call, I thumb over into our calendar app and rearrange Emilyβs schedule so she has free time while I go to the gym and move our morning playtime to the afternoon. βWeβre still going to the park, little love,β I tell her. βItβll just be after lunch instead of before.β
βOkay, Daddy. Can I invite some of the littles from my playgroup since weβre going in the afternoon? A couple of them have afternoons free.β
βSure.β
Her phone pings as sheβs notified of the update, but she leaves it face down on the table. No checking notifications while weβre eating; thatβs the rule, and I know sheβll be on her absolute best behavior this morning after being disciplined.
βDo you still have time for my bath before you go?β she asks with an anxious frown. βItβs okay if you donβt.β
βI do.β Pleased she enjoys baths from Daddy so much that sheβd worry about losing the treat, I tap the tip of her nose. βLavender bubbles today, I think, and something pretty to wear to the park, since itβs a nice day.β
βBut, Daddy, Iβm a ninja. Ninjas wear black.β
βThey do, huh?β
My favorite ninja wears red, but Iβm not about to encourage Emily to emulate Elektra Natchios. Given what happened to Elektraβs lovers, thatβs a recipe for disaster.
βYeah. Black plus my vans because I want to skateboard. Iβm a skateboarding ninja.β
I chuckle. βYouβre a wild beanie is what you are. You can be a skateboarding ninja so long as you wear your helmet and pads.β
Iβve seen Emily skateboard a few times. Itβs one of her million hobbies. Emily calls it her βscatter.β She hops from hobby to hobby, for just as long as each holds her interest. I think her scatter is adorable and love that she has so many hidden talents, but sheβs embarrassed about being a βdabblerβ in so many things and a master of so few.
As with many of her hobbies, sheβs not a particularly proficient skateboarder, but she doesnβt try fancy flips or stunts. Sheβs happy just riding on the smooth concrete paths. Still, even at low speed, a fall off a moving object onto concrete could injure her. For the sake of her wearing protective equipment, I wonβt risk it.
She makes a very un-ninja-like face. βNinjas donβt wear helmets and pads, Daddy. Helmets and pads mess with cool ninja mojo.β
βWell, this little ninja wears her helmet and pads no matter what they mess with, or sheβll be a ninja with a very sore bottom.β
She gives me a scowl that makes her look like an angry koala. Too cute. βNinjas donβt get paddled, Daddy.β
βKeep up the attitude, little ninja. You can have a pre-bath paddling, too.β
Her face screws up tighter. βA true ninja would hide Daddyβs evil paddle where he can never find it.β
βA true ninja would know that there are much, much worse things than Daddyβs paddle and be careful not to earn them.β
She peers at me speculatively while she does the plate ritual: stacking my silverware and napkin and tidying up any crumbs around my plate. βLike what? Enquiring ninjas want to know.β
Itβs so hard to keep a straight face when sheβs being this cute and playful. Ah, the trials of being a daddy. βLike being dressed
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