The Drawback of Single Dads by Piper Rayne

Author:Piper Rayne [Rayne, Piper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Piper Rayne, Inc.

I walk into Palmer’s house later that day. “Hello!”

“Up here,” a voice other than Palmer’s calls.

I groan because I recognize that voice, and this one’s always giving me shit.

I climb the stairs and follow the sound of laughter to Palmer’s bedroom. Adley is lying on the bed, enthralled with some television show.

“Hey, kiddo,” I say, sitting next to her.

“Daddy!” She climbs into my lap but continues watching television, leaning her head against my chest.

Harper is curling Palmer’s hair while she sits in a chair facing her vanity mirror, watching.

“What’s all this?” I motion to the two of them. I know, but I want Palmer to tell me.

“Don’t you know, my cousin has a hot D-A-T-E with a snowboarder.” Harper waggles her eyebrows.

At least she spelled out the word date. I’m assuming for Adley’s benefit.

“The other day it looked like you wanted to be the one out with the snowboarder.”

Harper glares at me with the curling iron still in Palmer’s hair.

“Harp!”

“Shit. Sorry.” She quickly loosens the barrel and pulls it from Palmer’s hair.

“Now you swear in front of my kid?” I say, arching an eyebrow.

Harper and I have a unique relationship. She’s the classic feisty redhead who speaks her mind about everything. And usually, when I’m alone with her, she’s telling me that I’m an idiot and saying cliché things like, “shit or get off the pot” or “fish or cut bait.” I’m not sure Harper would be capable of being only friends with a guy. She’s the horniest woman I’ve ever met. She’s always talking about sex or men or her hook-ups. That’s not a judgment. She’s single and an adult, she can do what she wants. But I think to her, Palmer and I are like a rare species she just can’t wrap her head around.

“Like you don’t ever swear.” Harper rolls her eyes and continues curling Palmer’s hair.

I can tell Palmer is reading our lips in the reflection of the mirror because her cochlear implants aren’t in. Through the mirror, she signs to both of us. Cut it out.

Harper stares at her in the mirror. “Why? It’s fun getting him all riled up. What was he like in bed?” she whispers the last part so Adley won’t hear, but she isn’t paying us any attention anyway.

Palmer rolls her eyes. Missionary only and doesn’t go down.

Harper balks and turns around to stare at me.

Fuck off. I sign at them both.

Palmer laughs, knowing it’s not true. Hell, lately I’ve been beating off to the few moments of that night that I remember, plus I’ve filled in the blanks with some of my own imagination.

Harper puts down the curling iron and sprays Palmer’s hair with an obnoxious amount of hairspray. Palmer stands and takes the towel off her shoulders, and it’s then I see that she’s wearing a dress.

A dress?

Palmer doesn’t wear dresses. At least not unless it’s a wedding or something. She’s a jeans-and-T-shirt girl, shorts in the summer. Most of the time when she does have to dress up, she wears pants.

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