Page 188 of Little Sunshine

Cole.

Hell, Freddy, too.

Mila’s reaction was from the secret she had.

Or thought she had since the tracking software Cole had installed meant I could see everything she did on the iPad.

Including her interior design research.

In the two weeks since her mother’s death, Mila’s casual searches had grown into looking for courses to take. It was like she could finally allow herself to make plans without the fear of Veronica fucking shit up. So long as she left time for me, she could take any classes she wanted. I’d foot the bill so she could get a degree in pig Latin if it made her happy.

Not letting on that I knew what she was up to since I was waiting for her to tell me herself, I jerked my chin toward the door. “We’re going for a drive.”

She was up before I finished my sentence. “Should I get changed?”

I never had to worry I came on too strong for Mila. I didn’t try to hold back or give her time. I let her see exactly who I was.

And she loved it. Thrived on it. The more obsessive I was, the brighter she shined.

My nickname for her started off tongue-in-cheek at her distrust. But every day, it grew more fitting.

I scanned my giant hoodie that engulfed her. “You got something on under that?” When she lifted it, I saw she wore the tiniest shorts known to man. “Go get Daddy’s blue rope.”

But again, she was moving before I even finished the order.

When she returned and handed it to me, I ordered, “Tops off.”

She lifted the sweatshirt to reveal there was no plural because she didn’t wear a shirt or bra. My dick jerked, knowing her bare tits had been rubbing against my hoodie.

Folding the rope so it was doubled up, I wrapped it around her, positioning it above and below those perfect little tits. Her nipples pebbled, and I wanted to pull them into my mouth. But if I did that, we wouldn’t be going anywhere.

As I ran the rope up the center of her chest and over her shoulders—creating a harness that framed each tit—I was having trouble remembering why that would be a bad thing.

“Ready?” she prompted when I just stared at my work.

I grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm to my hard-on. “Oh, I’m fucking ready.”

With a soft, airy laugh, she grudgingly stepped away and pulled the top back on. “Where are we going?”

“Work errand to check out a property for Maximo.”

Sure enough, the fact I didn’t want to be away from her for that short trip made her smile up at me.

Or at least that was what I thought it was. Until she fluttered her lashes and asked, “Can we get a drink with the good ice for the ride?”

Since there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t give her, I nodded.

And her smile grew.

After we were on the road—and she had her drink with the good ice—she asked, “Why is Maximo interested in other properties when his new build is nowhere close to being done?”

“It’s not that kind of property.”

“What is it?”

Since I’d stopped holding back, I told her the truth. “Maximo owns a variety of buildings. Some are used for underground boxing matches.”

“Juliet told me details about the fight last week.” She shuddered. “No, thank you.”

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