Daddy Protector: A Daddy Dom, Age Gap, Dad's Best Friend, Military Romance (Night Ops Daddies Book 1) by Zack Wish

Author:Zack Wish [Wish, Zack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zack Wish Books
Published: 2025-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Cole

“They don’t make towns like this anymore,” I say, a broad smile on my face as I drop down through the gears and get ready to park. “Damn. I love it already.”

The gravel crunches under the tires as I pull the truck into the small parking lot of Millville, a cozy town nestled in the valley a few miles from the safe house.

The rain has finally eased, leaving a fine mist in the air and a slick sheen on the asphalt.

The town is like a postcard. Main Street lined with clapboard storefronts, their faded signs advertising hardware, baked goods, and antiques.

A barbershop pole spins lazily, its red and white stripes catching the gray light, while a few locals in flannel and boots shuffle along the sidewalk, umbrellas tucked under their arms ready for the next downpour.

The air smells of wet pavement and pine, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee drifting from a nearby café. A bell jingles as someone enters the post office, and the distant hum of a delivery truck blends with the soft chatter of two women outside a flower shop, their laughter bright against the drizzle’s patter. It’s quiet, unhurried, the kind of place where time feels like it’s paused, and I’m all there for it.

I’ve travelled the world with the Night Ops Guards and seen some amazing things. But put me in a town like this and I’m in heaven. I figure that Richie likes what he sees too, judging by the look of glee on his face – or maybe that’s just the delight at getting out of the safe house for a while.

“Come on, let’s go,” I say, unbuckling my belt and doing the same for a smiling Richie. “We’ve got groceries to buy.”

Richie hops out of the car, his hoodie zipped tight, Fizz’s head peeking from his backpack, and I follow, locking the doors with a beep. We head toward the grocery store, a squat building with a hand-painted sign that reads “Millville Market.”

Our boots splash through shallow puddles, and Richie’s eyes dart around, taking in the town with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

“Is this the kind of place you grew up in?” Richie asks, his voice light, almost teasing, as he sidesteps a cracked sidewalk tile.

I glance at him, then at the street, the question stirring memories I haven’t touched in years.

“Very similar,” I say, my voice quieter than I mean it to be. “Small town, same kind of vibe… everyone knows everyone, and nothing much changes.”

My childhood feels like a ghost, distant, like it belonged to someone else. I grew up in a place like this, a nowhere town some might call it, with a general store, a diner, and fields that stretched forever.

I remember summer days on my bike, the taste of lemonade from my mom’s pitcher, the way the stars looked endless at night. It was simple, innocent, a world where danger was a scraped knee, not a sniper’s bullet.

But that boy is a stranger now, and so is that life.

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