Page 66 of Property of Tacoma
Outside these walls, he’s strong and steady, everything his men need him to be.
But here, he’s just a regular dad, taking care of his kids. There are football practices and dance recitals, and he’s there for it all.
Like a punch to the gut, I’m hit with a sudden realization.
I’m in love.
This is love.
I’m in love with Tacoma Benson.
I glance down at Saylor, then out the window, where Jagger is working on a school project in my RV.
I’m in love with them too.
A man and his amazing kids that I’ve known for less than a week.
Panic rises in my throat, and I have to force myself to take a steady breath.
This is insane.
It’s too fast.
What am I doing?
Before I can spiral too deep into my head and have a major mental breakdown, the episode ends, and Tacoma shifts beside me.
“Time for bed, Say,” he says in his dad voice that I’ve learned means don’t give me any lip. “You’ve got school tomorrow.”
Saylor lifts up from my lap. “Aww. Do I have to?” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Can’t we watch one more?”
Her father rolls his eyes. “Yes. You do. You know the rules, Saylor Ann.”
“Fine.” She groans, then gives me a hopeful stare. “Can Panda sleep with me again?”
I grin. “If it’s okay with your daddy.”
Saylor turns her gorgeous blues on her father and sticks out her bottom lip.
I can barely keep from laughing.
The kid is a con artist with her father, and now she’s pulling out the big guns.
He shakes his head with a grin on his face. “You’re spoiled, you know that?”
Saylor scrunches her brows. “That’s not nice, daddy.”
“Yes, princess. Panda can sleep with you again.”
I cover my smile with my hand. I knew he’d cave.
“Yay!” Saylor jumps off the couch and shakes her little booty. The kid is too stinking cute for words.
“Sucker,” I mutter under my breath.
Hearing me, he turns his deep blues on me, and they darken.
Oh boy.
