Page 33 of Their Perfect Daddy

I’m also a bit distracted because I swear I’m being delusional. When Skye gave me a two-finger salute after getting out of the shower, a sense of déjà vu hit me.

The second I realized I was trying to superimpose my crush on a virtual stranger to someone I’d met in real life, Ibacktracked all thoughts. There was no way they were one and the same.

Today I’m going to focus on work. No more distractions.

Greeting Micah in my most cheerful voice, I say, “Hey, boss. How was your trip?”

Since I know the trip was an attempt to catch the attention of a certain football player, I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. Micah snorts and shakes his head.

“I’m not giving you any dirty details. I will just say that me and my boyfriend had a grand time.”

Holy. Shit. That’s epic.

Clapping excitedly, I can’t help the nervous bounce that follows. “That’s wonderful!” I tell him honestly. “I’m so glad it worked out!”

“How were things here?”

My heart stops for a minute before I realize he’s asking about the shop and not my sex life.

“They were good. It’s been steady. You taught me how to do everything, but I didn’t expect you to be back for two more days,” I tease. We both know him better than to believe he’d stay home.

“Jett had to go to practice. I miss him already, but there was something going on he needed to handle.” His shrug tells me he has no clue how important things are for the team right now.

He’s such an amateur in his knowledge of the sport. I’m going to have to guide him, or he’ll be lost. Though… that does put us spending more time together. Will I be able to keep secrets from him with more exposure and time to get loose-lipped?

I fucking hope not.

“That makes sense,” I reply with a nod. “The team is probably scrambling for the next game. Their opponents have a strong offensive line. Our defense needs to be tight.”

Micah makes a face he likely thinks shows interest and understanding. Except I know my friend well enough to sense he’s not following along well.

Or maybe it’s that he’s distracted. He’s already glanced at the clock twice since walking in the door. Impatience bleeds through his posture too.

“Hey, Danny, are the Bulldogs’ practices closed?” he asks a moment later.

Yeah, he was deep in thought.

My smile comes easily at his enthusiasm. “They are, but I know for a fact that some of the boyfriends and spouses get access to the field during practice. In particular, Finn and Raymond both get to go.”

"Perfect," he says while reaching for his phone.

I don’t get the chance to eavesdrop further because the office phone rings. Shooting him a look that says I want all the details later, I go about my normal spiel.

“... this is Danny speaking.”

“Hey, Danny! I’m looking to book an event. Before you say anything though, this is a destination thing since I don’t live in Bellport. It’s just that I love the style y’all do, and I want a touch of home for this one.” Her Southern accent slips free the longer she goes.

Laughing, I pull over my open notebook. “That’s fine. We might still be able to help to some capacity. Tell me more about the plan.”

She goes on to explain the private anniversary party she wants to throw her parents. They’ve been married for ten years, yet they don’t celebrate it. Part of me wonders about the timeline of marriage and kids, and then I shake myself.

We don’t judge here. People do things in their own time.

Besides, I have a feeling Sundae, the girl on the call, will tell me when the timing is right. She’s already divulged way moredetails than needed about the party planning disasters she’s experienced.

Micah is across the room texting on his phone. He’s grinning down at the device like he just won a coveted prize. I want to ask him what it is, but Sundae deserves my full attention.

I am on the clock after all.

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