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Daddy? She nearly gasped upon hearing him.

Clearly, he had not just been messing around last night. He was taking this seriously! Did Austin and Walker feel the same way?

She had her answer a moment later when Austin said, “Hey, how come you get to take care of our cutie? Maybe I want to.”

“We all want to,” Walker announced. “We’ll work it out. It’s not a competition. It’s Daddies working together to take care of their little girl.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Cane said with a smile, holding up the glass of orange juice he was carrying. He took a sip and then placed it before Daisy along with a glass of milk and sat back down. “Now, where were we?”

“You were about to say something,” Daisy said. “And thank you for the juice.”

He smiled and nodded his approval. He thought for a moment and then said, “Now I remember. We’re going to have a little meeting with the other Daddies here in town. Could you watch the Littles for them?”

“Me?” Daisy asked, unable to hide her shock.

“Yeah. You know the girls think you’re cool. They always enjoy seeing you. And someone needs to keep an eye on them. They might be adults, but they are Littles, you know. Mischief just sort of finds them,” Cane told her.

“Especially when they’re all together,” Austin added.

“That’s the God’s honest truth,” Walker declared. “Last time the Daddies had a meeting, those Littles were left unattended, and they got out a bag of flour and had a fight! They were all whiter than ghosts when we finally caught ‘em.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Their bottoms sure weren’t white. Not after the Daddies got finished tanning their hides.”

Everyone laughed.

Daisy thought it over and then finally shrugged. “Yeah. I can keep an eye on them.”

“Good girl,” Cane said. “And don’t you get into any trouble, either.”

She nodded and shoved a bite of pancakes into her mouth, not wanting them to see how nervous the thought of taking a spanking made her.

And she sure didn’t want them to see how bad she was blushing when Walker spoke up. But his words rocked her to her core.

“And then, when we get home, I aim to pick up where we left off last night.”

Cane and Austin agreed.

Excitement swirled in Daisy’s core. She was nervous, too. She didn’t have a lot of experience with… that, even with just one partner. But being with all three guys?

She couldn’t focus on that right now, though. She decided to shove her doubts and fears aside and just enjoy the experience.

Something told her this was going to shape up to be one heck of an exciting day.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Any citizen of Big Cedar who was interested met at the newly constructed town hall.

It wasn’t a huge building and Walker thought it resembled a log cabin far more than a stately government structure. But it served the needs of the small community and its newly elected mayor, Joe Graves.

In the main room along with Walker were Austin, Cane, Sheriff Quinn Hardin, Doc, Theo, Clyde, the mechanic who owned the town’s only auto shop, Joe, and Marsha.

Marsha was the odd one out, being the only woman in the room and the only one not connected to the unique lifestyle. It was clear she loved Big Cedar, having run the café there for years. In fact, before the Daddies and Littles had migrated to the town, hers was the only business that held on through economically trying times. Once they arrived, things started looking up and now business was slowly coming back to the community. So, she didn’t seem to have a problem with any of it. In fact, she even constantly talked about how adorable the Littles were. She seemed to genuinely like everyone around there and had the philosophy of “live and let live” when it came to their lifestyle.

What did seem to concern her, though, was the recent fires that had plagued the area.

“Haven’t seen anything like this around these parts,” she told the firefighters.

They were standing at the coffee urn, having just filled Styrofoam cups of the piping hot, black liquid. It was thick, almost to the point of being sludge.

Walker studied his for a moment and silently noted that Quinn must have made it. He always brewed it a little thick. Sometimes it was like drinking a cup of hot tar.

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