The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I called an Uber while Sable was getting chipped. Iβm not sure how the cat will deal with the heat, but I know Iβm wilting, so Emily must be, too, although she doesnβt complain. She rarely does, my little girl. Once the car arrives, I put the carrier on the seat between us while I strap Emily into her seatbelt. As Iβm strapping myself in, she puts the carrier in her lap and slides her fingertips through the vents.
Just as Iβm about to remind her of Britneyβs many warnings about Sableβs nippiness, the growling stops, and, after a minute, a purr almost as rusty as the growl emanates from the carrier.
I chuckle and pat the top of the carrier. βLove at first sight, eh, boy? Weβve got that in common.β
Emily smiles up at me. βReally?β
Pretty much. I justified my feelings a couple of different ways on the cruise, but the effect was the same. I was infatuated by the time we finished our first scene, and planning ways to turn our two weeks on the cruise into something much more permanent before she fell asleep in my arms the first night. βUh-huh.β
βI fell for you after our second date,β she offers shyly.
Not possible. I abused her during our second date. Iβve apologized for it, several times, and tried to find ways to make it up to her, but Iβm still surprised she didnβt walk out and climb on the first flight home. βEmmyββ
βI did,β she insists. βI know what you were feeling was really ugly, and you took it out on me, but I asked you to. That you shared those feelings with me made me feel close to you. You said youβd never shared them with anyone else, and I felt like you were giving me your trust. I knew after that that youβd always be honest with me, even when your truth was ugly and hurtful.β
I finish buckling my seatbelt and stretch my arm behind her shoulders. βYou told me that youβd rather have ugly truth than a pretty lie. I canβt promise our lives will always be wine and roses, little girl, but I can promise I will always be honest with you.β
I canβt think of anyone Iβve been with who values honesty as much as Emily does, nor who would see the debacle of our second date as a bonding experience rather than a reason to kick me to the curb.
She leans over and plants a big kiss in the spot she likes under my jaw. βTa, Sir.β
I squeeze her shoulders. βYouβre welcome, little wonder.β
Chapter Five Emily
I have a kitty.
Well, Sableβs a full-grown cat. Three years old according to the lady at the shelter. But heβs small and skinny, like me, so he looks more like a kitty than a cat.
My kitty.
Once he emerges from his carrier, I show Sable his food and water bowls, and his bed and his potty. He drinks out of the fountain thing Daddy bought that keeps the water fresh, but ignores the handful of dry food I put in the bowl for him and disappears under the big leather couch in the living room as soon as heβs finished his drink. I check on him a couple of times while I make lunch, and he blinks his golden eye at me but doesnβt purr even when I hold my fingers out for him to sniff, so I leave him alone to get used to the strange place.
Lunch is chicken salad with black grapes, toasted pecans, and homemade aioli. I baked the chicken last night while I was making our steaks, so all I have to do now is chop and assemble, then let it chill while the flavors blend. I leave a few leftover bits of chicken in Sableβs bowl in the hopes of coaxing him out, but he doesnβt emerge. Once the salad is in the fridge, I take one of the toys that came with the cat supplies over and sit on the couch with it dangling over the edge. Itβs a long, flexible, plastic rod with a fluff of feathers on the end, and Iβm a little concerned about the uses Daddy might find for it if Sable doesnβt like it.
But I donβt need to be concerned, because as soon as I draw the tuft of feathers along the bottom edge of the couch, a white-tipped paw whips out to swipe at the feathers.
I giggle and play with my kitty.
Daddy comes in while Iβm teasing Sable with the feather toy. Heβs frowning when he sits down in his big armchair across from me, but after watching for a minute, his frown fades and by the time the timer dings to tell me the saladβs ready, heβs smiling.
βHungry, Daddy?β
βI am. Howβs Sable doing?β
βHeβs just getting used to all the newness. Heβs staying in his safe place for now.β
Daddy chuckles. βNot so different from you, then, little girl.β
I set the feather toy on the coffee table while I peer skeptically at Daddy. βI never hid under the couch.β
βYou didnβt emerge from my bedroom for nearly a week after we got home. Manny said he was considering a GoFundMe to raise money for your rescue.β
I like Daddyβs business partner, Manny, but heβs not as funny as he thinks he is. βYou needed attention. And it was lots of people.β
Daddy smiles his patented daddy smile at me as he takes my hand and tugs me off the couch. βYou did get an en masse introduction to my friends. But you feel comfortable with them now, donβt you?β
Mostly. Iβll probably never like Rick very much, and that was before what I saw on his Twitter and Instagram last week, and some of the Doms from Daddyβs
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