Firefighter Daddy by Lee McKenzie

Author:Lee McKenzie
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

TWENTY MINUTES LATER the story was over and Miranda was struggling to keep her eyes open. Rory stood up and slipped the book back onto the shelf.

“Good night, Miranda.”

Two small arms flew out from under the covers. “Hug?”

“Of course.” Rory leaned over and accepted the hug, then dropped a kiss on the soft, smooth skin of the little girl’s forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

“Daddy always says ‘sleep tight.’”

“My father used to say that to me, too.” She straightened and backed away. “Dads always say stuff like that.”

Rory wondered if Miranda’s mother had a favorite bedtime saying. “Should I turn off the hall light?” she asked instead.

“No, thanks. My dad waits till I go to sleep, then he turns it off.”

Rory could imagine him coming into the room to check on his little girl and then turning out the hall light. For such a big, reserved man, he had a surprisingly gentle side, at least when it came to Miranda. Losing his wife had probably left him vulnerable, too, and he’d overcompensated by shutting down his emotions. He was a good father, though, no question about that, and Rory couldn’t help wondering what kind of husband he’d been. Very traditional, from what Betsy had told her.

From the doorway, she glanced back at Mitch’s daughter. “Good night,” she said again.

This time there was no reply. Miranda was already asleep.

Rory left the bedroom door open so she could hear the little girl if she woke up. She glanced down the hallway in the direction of Mitch’s bedroom. Should she give in to curiosity? No way. It was one thing to be curious. Snooping was just plain dumb.

Downstairs, she took the DVD and the popcorn out of the bag she’d left in the living room. She tossed the DVD onto the coffee table and peeled the plastic wrapper off the popcorn package on her way to the kitchen. After she stuck it in the microwave, she spotted a nested set of blue-glazed pottery bowls on a shelf above the counter. She reached for them, discovered they were a lot heavier than they looked, and had to do some quick maneuvering to avoid dropping them.

The popping stopped and she dumped the steaming contents of the bag into the medium-size bowl and inhaled. “Smells good,” she said as she headed to the living room. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Colin.”

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