Mate Run by Zena Wynn

Author:Zena Wynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Real Love Enterprises
Published: 2022-09-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Cara

I allowed Jock and Cujo to play until the shadows were long and the deepening chill caused me to shiver. Cujo collapsed at my feet, panting and happy. Jock picked up his soccer ball and ran over. His face flushed, and his hair matted to his scalp, he smelled like a sweaty boy. His grin was huge. “That was fun!”

“Time to go inside,” I said, herding them both toward the door.

Cujo stood, stretched his long body, then snatched up his ball and trotted for the door. Jock kicked his soccer ball toward the entrance, racing to chase it whenever the ball went off course. I trailed behind, thoughts centered on the coming night and what I planned to do.

The front door was rarely locked, or so I’d believed. What I learned is that Thad had installed a facial recognition program that automatically unlocked the door. The lock gave a discreet click as I reached for the handle. As usual, Jock and Cujo pushed past me and raced up the stairs.

“Get your pajamas. It’s bath time,” I called after him, taking the stairs at a slower pace.

“Okay,” Jock shouted back as he disappeared around the corner headed toward our quarters.

I shook my head. That child did everything at one hundred miles per hour. He loved this house—the size of it, the many nooks and crannies, and the acreage on which it sat. I thought going from a motorhome to this mansion would overwhelm him. Instead, Jock thrived on the added space and light. I was slowly adjusting. I still thought the place looked more like a hospital than a home, but it was growing on me.

Thad had entered Jock into the security system, so he had already entered our quarters when I arrived at the door. I scanned myself in, and a frowning Jock met me at the entrance. “Where is Daddy?”

For a second, I paused. When had Thad, a man my son had known for less than a week, become Daddy in Jock’s mind?

Apparently, I took too long to answer because Jock demanded this time, “Where is Daddy?”

“Thad had a meeting, Jock. He’ll be home when it’s over,” I said.

Jock’s frown eased, and he smiled and nodded. “Daddy talks on the screen with his friends. I’m ready for my bath,” he said, holding up his sleep clothes. He turned and darted toward the bathroom in the master bedroom.

I closed the door, made sure it was secure, and went to draw Jock’s bath water. “No splashing. I don’t want water all over the floor.”

He’d lined up his toy dinosaurs on the edge of the tub and was pulling off his dirty clothes. “Okay.”

The clothes and shoes landed in a pile, and Jock all but dove into the tub. Rolling my eyes, I turned off the spigot. “I said no splashing.”

He grinned. “It was just a little splash.”

Shaking my head, I laid out his towel, washcloth, and body wash. “When you’re done bathing, let the water out of the tub and throw your dirty clothes into the hamper.

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