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“Well, maybe I can arrange a ride. One of our pilots is a guy named Ace Riggs. He’s like me. A Daddy. He’s also one of my best friends.”
Iris’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”
Jack nodded. “There are several other Daddies on the force. Used to be more. But one… left.” He didn’t elaborate on that point. There was no reason to go into that sordid tale right now.
“And Mr. Riggs would take me for a ride?” she asked, so excited she bounced in her seat.
He chuckled again. “I bet so, cutie. Right now, though, let’s finish this ice cream. Then I want to take you somewhere fun.”
“Ooh, where?”
He shook his head. “It’ll be a surprise.”
His smile matched the big one she wore. At that moment, Jack’s heart was so full it felt as if it might burst.
There was no question that she was his Little.
And he suspected she knew it, too.
Fortune had smiled upon them both. They’d found one another.
Chapter Seventeen
Iris awoke the following morning still thinking of Jack.
She practically floated down the stairs to where she found the Aunties working in the kitchen, preparing for the arrival of the day’s Littles.
“Mmm. Those eggs and that bacon smell good!” she said.
“There are biscuits, too,” Caroline said. “Just like I used to have back home.”
“Where are you from?”
The matronly woman continued whisking a bowl of egg yolks. “Georgia.”
“I thought I heard that in your voice,” Iris said.
“I’ve been here twenty years, but the accent never leaves you,” Caroline told her. “And neither does the love of a good biscuit. We’ll have gravy for them, too. Just like back home.”
Auntie Athena slid a tray of cut, shaped dough into the oven and then turned back to look at Iris. “That diaper of yours is soggy, honey. I need to change it.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“But I have to watch the oven and stove. I’m afraid this cooking is a two-person job.”
“I can wait, Ma’am.”
“I’m not so sure she can,” Caroline commented with a shake of her head. “That thing is barely hanging on! Honey, you drenched it.”
Iris giggled. “I slept hard, Aunties.”
“I guess you did,” Caroline noted.
“I can change her.”
Everyone turned to see Jack standing in the doorway. He walked in with Trevon following closely behind.
“You know,” Trevon’s deep voice rumbled, “I never used to see this guy except when he was here to work security. Now, this is the second morning in a row that he’s dropped by.” He wore a knowing grin.
