The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Thinking of my baby doll and her many hobbies makes me smile. Probably the first time Iβve smiled since I left Emily this morning. She brings such light into my life. I really need to do something big to show her how much she means to me.
I finish the estimate and fire it off to Glory. Still pondering grand gestures, I lock away my laptop and join Emily in the kitchen.
Chapter Three Emily
Daddy isnβt happy.
Itβs not me, I donβt think. Heβs very good at communicating with me. If Iβve done something to displease or annoy him, he lets me know.
Although we started the day with discipline, and he gave me lines to do while he was with Icky-Rick, everythingβs been good since then. My treat for Daddy-little time today was a trip to Tompkins Square Park. Even though heβd been to the gym with Rick, Daddy did push-ups and pull-ups on the jungle-gym with another daddy from our playgroup, Warrin, who met us at the park with his little, until they were both sweaty and manly and the veins in their arms were standing out. Whew, arm porn. Then they had a long talk while I was a skateboarding ninja. I didnβt want to get in trouble for earwigging, so I didnβt listen in to their conversation, even though I love-love-love listening to Doms talk. But Daddy was smiling and laughing. When I did go over to them, they were talking about getting a puppy for Warrinβs little, Aggie. Daddy gave Warrin his business card before we left; it seemed like they hit it off.
After the park, we walked to the Union Street Market to pick up steaks for dinner. Even though it was a long walk, he wasnβt limping or leaning on me, so I donβt think his legβs bothering him.
But something has the frowny line furrowing his forehead.
It could be the situation with Rachel, but I donβt think so. Once Iβve been disciplined, Iβm forgiven. Daddy said heβs dealt with it and next month sheβll be gone from Blunts. That doesnβt sound like something thatβs weighing on him.
It could be Daddyβs former sub, Miranda, and her baby. Everythingβs been quiet on that front for a week since Daddyβs lawyer in Manchester got a court order forcing Miranda to get a paternity test. Daddy gets to choose the lab because Mirandaβs a doctor and Daddyβs afraid that sheβll be able to falsify the results if she gets tested at the hospital where she works or at a lab where she knows someone. Daddy said he might force Miranda to come to America to get tested. Heβs taken some calls in his office that I couldnβt hear over the last few days, so that might be it.
It could be what Rick wanted to see Daddy about. I overheard the part of their phone call where Rick asked Daddy not to bring me along. That was fine by me because I donβt like Rick very much, although I love his friend Daisy Blue and canβt wait to see her again at his party next week. When Daddy came back from Rickβs gym, he didnβt look as relaxed as he usually does after a workout. He was a little needy, too. Well, as needy as Daddy ever gets. Something about what Rick wanted bothered him, but he wasnβt wearing the frowny line like he is now.
It could be the thing Daddy doesnβt want me to know about: the medical bills from his surgery and hospital stay in San Diego. I saw the return address on the envelopes marked confidential that were in the mail when we got back. Loganβs self-employed, same as I am, and I know from when I slipped on ice and broke my ankle three years ago that the co-pays even on something like a single X-ray are insane. He was in surgery for five hours and in the hospital for four days. He had X-rays and MRIs and blood tests out the wazoo. He must owe a ton of money.
A couple of weeks ago the return address on the letters changed to EverCollect, and they began calling the house landline. They wouldnβt speak to me, or even tell me what they were calling about. Then Daddy answered the phone and I think he gave them his cell number because they havenβt called the house phone again. I know who they are and what they do. Theyβre pressuring Daddy to pay the medical bills. He doesnβt want me to worry about money, and I appreciate him taking adult concerns off my shoulders, but a little takes care of her daddy, too. When the cruise doctor told me Logan should be air-lifted to San Diego, I was prepared to sell one of my houses to pay for his care if he wasnβt insured. Nothingβs changed.
But Logan will never just agree to take money from me to pay his bills. I know my daddy better than that. I need to figure out a way to get him to accept the money while still submitting. If I really belong to him, then my money is his money and if he needs to use it to pay off his medical bills, he should. Itβs even in our contract that all my assets belong to him.
But I know he really doesnβt see it that way.
Iβm chopping up the tomatoes for a salad and watching Logan pace around the living room with his phone to his ear, talking to someone from his club, when a thought hits me that makes me drop the knife.
What if heβs thinking of selling a house to pay the medical bills, too? This house?
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