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He wouldn’t say a dozen sugar-crazed Littles on wheels were safe, but at least if she got run over by a friend, they’d all be there to help.

Lovelyn’s shoulders slumped. “Yes, Daddy.” She headed back toward the rink.

Law had been watching the girls for a while. He’d seen Lovelyn wince at the loud music. She’d never been to one of the concerts held in the community park at Arcadian Hills. The subdivisionmight be DDlg-friendly, but they didn’t have much in the way of volume restrictions.

Since he’d been the one to suggest the music to Georgia, he’d come prepared. Never let it be said he wasn’t there to be a good Daddy to his Little girl and their friends.

They were the sweetest, most mischievous Littles he’d ever met. And he loved every one of them.

“Lovelyn,” he called as he skated her way. When he reached her, he pulled out a packet of earplugs from his pocket. If they were good enough for the gun range, they should be able to handle some Disney music, metal or not. “Try these.”

She opened the packet and put the plugs in her ears. Relief relaxed her face into a broad smile. She threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy. You’re the best!”

Grinning, he returned the hug. “Make sure you tell everyone else. Especially Gage. He always has to be the best at everything.”

She laughed. “Will do,” she called as she skated away, working the plugs into her ears.

Law made his way to the rink. Waiting for an open space, he toed his way onto the smooth wooden floor. His brothers would give him shit about “playing” with the girls, but they were the ones missing out on an opportunity to have fun with their Littles. Not to mention the fun of what the chase could lead to later in private if handled right.

Squealing Littles in flight mode, getting a high from all those dopamine and endorphins, could lead to things his brothers couldn’t imagine. Not to mention the thrill of winning the chase and, therefore, the beautiful Little prize who was working her way deeper and deeper into his heart every day.

He skated around the rink several times, making sure all the girls saw him before he pulled out the mask he’d brought for this exact moment. The Littles weren’t the only ones who could play with glow-in-the-dark paint. His mask, the greatest supervillainknown to man, well, Little, wasn’t scary at all, but it was still guaranteed to have the girls squealing in mock terror and running for their lives. He’d even added a small electronic microphone with a vocal modifier that gave him the villain’s voice.

His brothers knew what was about to happen. One glance at Hutch and his brother cut the music and the strobe lights long enough for Law to explain the game. “All right, little girls, let’s see who can skate better than Uncle Law.”

He pulled on his mask. Gasps erupted around the rink.

“OMG! Are you Gru?” Breezy asked.

“He is! He is!” Winnie screamed, clapping her hands. “I love Gru. Daddy, can we watchDespicable Mewhen we get home?”

Standing with his arms crossed over his chest, Reid shook his head. “Not tonight, Tinkerbell. It will be too late by then. But we can watch it tomorrow.”

“Yay! Movies at my house tomorrow!”

Law needed to get the girls refocused. He activated the voice modulator so that he sounded like Gru. Once he had their attention, he went over the rules. “If I tag you with a white sticker, you’re frozen until someone else tags you with their blacklight to unfreeze you. Got it?” Once they were all nodding, he continued. “Everyone, find your Daddy and make sure your helmets and pads are all tight enough. We’re gonna have fun, but we’ll do it as safely as possible.”

Little’s scattered in all directions. His heart skipped a beat as Lovelyn headed straight for him. Even though it had only been a week, she was like a different person. Her smile came easier, and her nightmares were coming less frequently.

He couldn’t help but grin at the shirt she’d worn that day. A cartoon cat riding a unicorn decorated the front and read, “Giddy Up! There’s Chaos To Spread.” Between that, her rainbow elbow and knee pads, and her helmet that had holes in the top thatallowed her two ponytails to fly in the wind as she skated, she was the belle of the ball. He could be biased, though.

She loved all her quirky t-shirts so much he’d gotten her a heat press with all the bells and whistles so she could print her own. With his help, of course. She’d made shirts for all the Musketiaras.

Little speed demon that she was, she didn’t even slow down as she approached. He didn’t disappoint, grabbing her hips and using her momentum to spin them around until she clung to him, squealing for him to stop.

Once they slowed, he kissed her good and hard. Unplugging her ear long enough to tell her a few of the deliciously naughty things he wanted to do to her, he then knelt to make sure her laces were tight and out of the way.

Once all the girls returned to the dance floor, which had been transformed into a skating rink for the night, he checked to ensure everyone had their blacklight and repositioned his mask. “Are you ready?” he shouted.

“Yes!” all the girls shouted back.

“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing how excited they were.

“Law!” they shouted.

He held up his hands. “All right. Get set.” He added one more dramatic pause, then shouted, “Go!”

The most adorable shrieks bounced off every wall. Littles scattered in every direction. If they could see his smile, the girls would say the grin that spread over his face was Grinchy. If that meant his heart grew three more sizes, then it was true.

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