Page 95 of Double Daddies
“I feel so silly,” I admit. “My emotions are all over the place.”
“That’s okay.” He kisses me again. “Do you feel better?”
I smile shyly and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
His smile breaks out and feels like the clouds parting on a rainy day. “There’s my good girl.”
“So…” I sniffle. “What you were saying earlier… you think we should tell Ryle?”
“Yeah.” That pained look is back on his face, equal parts shame and regret.
I almost forgot about it until I see it flash across his face again. “Ben… is that it? Or is there something else?”
“Well, yeah… kind of.”
My brows raise quizzically. I’m not used to seeing him like this—usually I’m the one looking abashed. “What is it?”
“The guy… Ryle?”
“Uh-huh?”
“He’s outside.”
Chapter Three
Ben
The look that crosses her face isn’t what I’m expecting. Surprise is there, but it’s mingled with something else. The longer I watch, the more her expression changes right before my eyes. Is she… blushing?
“Ohmigosh.Whywould you do that?” she moans. But then her eyes slide toward the window.
I freeze, watching as her flingers flutter nervously as she brings her hand to her mouth.She is. She’s… into him. Shewantsto see him again.
“Ben.” She whirls to face me, her eyes wide and brimming with emotion. “Explain.Now.”
I clear my throat and try to keep my feelings out of my voice. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“What…” Her eyes slide from my face back toward the window again. “What does that mean?”
Suddenly, I understand with perfect clarity what a suspect feels sitting in the interrogation room. It’s not comfortable, which is the point. I open my mouth to answer, but before I can, there’s a sharp knock at the door.
Cami’s head jerks as she spins toward the door, her hair flying behind her. When she looks at me again her eyes are wide. “Why would you invite him here” She groans.
I practically wince even before the words come out of my mouth. “Do you want me to get it?”
“No,” she hisses. Then she grabs both sides of her head, clearly frustrated. “Yes.”
I hesitate, feeling powerless. “Which is it, babe?”
She takes a deep breath then meets my eyes. “Yes. I think so. Yes.”
Still, I linger. I reach for her, brushing my fingers over the back of her hand. “Cami…”
“Just… get the door, Ben. We can talk later.”
We won’t have a choice.
I push the thought aside and walk to the door. I look through the peephole, but whoever is at the door has turned around, so I’m staring at the back of a head. Still, I don’t have to be promoted to detective to know who it is. My hand stills on the doorknob, and I rack my brain to see if there’s anything I can say to prepare Cami. But there isn’t because I have no idea what is about to happen.
