Page 60 of Starting Over with You
Missy knocks her elbow into my ribs. “Abort. Abort. Abort.”
I feel even Skyye’s eyes burning into my face, but I ignore them both as my dad sets me with a glare. He takes a deep breath, his lungs filling up along with his gut before he lets it out in a long whoosh. “Fine.” He turns to Dean, still shaking his hand. “Chief-got-arrested-with-my-baby-twice-and-knocked-up-my-other-daughter, how you doin’?”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I smack his arm. “Real mature.”
I look over at Dean as he covers his mouth to hide his laugh. “Just fine, sir.”
“Who’s watching the house?” Dad asks, meaning the firehouse.
“Wagner came in so I could get Kenni settled.”
Dad slaps him hard on the back. “Let’s try to get her settled in the house, not the back of a cop car.”
Everyone lets out a tense laugh except me. I glare. “Aren’t you the only one on duty, Daddy?”
“Yup,” he says, damn sure of himself.
“And you’d arrest me?”
“Not you, my baby,” he says, squeezing my wrist, but then he points to Dean. “But him, yup.”
“Grandpa!” Skyye complains, and he lets out a hearty laugh.
“Oh, Sky baby, I’m just joshin’. Right, Dean?”
“Yes, sir.” Dean doesn’t look sure.
“I’m leaving,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re insane, Dad.”
“Happened from raising you two.” He lets out another gut-blasting laugh, his eyes crinkling with mischief. “Good thing you’re like your daddy, Sky baby.”
“Yet, you’ll arrest him for—” I call over my shoulder, but my words cut off when I get to the car. Dean is there, reaching past me to open my door. I look into his face, and he flashes me a small grin before nodding toward the car. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you’ve got everything.”
I blink. “I do.”
He fights back a grin, rubbing his forefinger and thumb along that naughty little stache of his. “Keys, purse?”
I arch a brow. “Yes, I’ve got it all.”
He chuckles softly. “Just making sure.”
“You know my daddy is right over there.”
That has him smirking, the tips of his ears turning red. “I know. And trust, I’m not trying to be your daddy.”
It should be illegal the way his voice dropped as he saiddaddy. Winded, I murmur, “Oh, good.”
“At least, not in the streets.”
My jaw actually drops. I blink up at him, and he eats it up. His chuckle is rough and dirty before it tapers off. He licks his lips before biting just on the edge of his bottom one. Dean’s eyes heat as I fall into my car like a real-life swooning heroine.
Shit, am I?
With the way he’s looking at me, I think I just might be.
“All right, darlin’. Let’s go on home.”
