Daddy's Little Librarian by Maren Smith

Author:Maren Smith [Smith, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

It was the strangest and yet the most comforting thing in the world to be lying in her bed with a brand-new Daddy she’d only just met stretched on a pallet of blankets on the floor near her feet. Her bedroom door was wide open. She could see the bright colors of her Disney princess nightlight splashed up on the walls and ceiling of the hallway. That was comforting. But there was also this big ol’ yawning darkness down by the stairs leading out into the rest of the house, and the last time she’d been lying here, staring down that hallway, Gopher had been walking up it with his knife in his hand.

Lying on her side, Scotti drew her knees to her chest. She picked at the edge of the duct tape holding her blanket together. After asking whether she had the money for it, Kurt had told her tomorrow they would stop at the store to buy a replacement. Honestly, though, she wasn’t in a hurry. She really liked this blanket. It was soft and warm, even in winter, and the perfect blend of stark black and pale pink blossoms, just like the blossoms on an ornamental Chinese cherry tree. She liked pink. Pink was her favorite. She liked flowers too. Pick after nervous pick, she shredded the edge of the duct tape.

Quiet though she thought she was being, with a heavy sigh, Kurt said, “Do you want your Bat Bear?”

“No stuffies in bed,” she said automatically. “Beds are for other things.”

She could have bit her tongue, but the damage was already done. Already Kurt was sitting up far enough to look at her over the foot of her bed. The dim light of the nightlight had no problem illuminating his irritation.

“Is that the Gerbil’s rule?”

She worried the edge of the fast-shredding duct tape, although not for the same reason as before. “Yes.”

“Who’s the Daddy in this house right now?”

“You are,” she said, soft as a whisper. Soft or not, her stomach did crazy acrobatics when she said it. Complete with a flush of warm heat that lit up her insides and flowed, like a river of warm, slow chocolate, down into parts of her that wouldn’t at all have minded being eaten. Her thighs tensed, and then tensed again when Kurt got up off the floor. He didn’t need any extra light to locate Bat Bear from amongst the other stuffies she had stacked up on her dresser. When he held it out to her, she took it and hugged it to her chest.

“In this house, stuffies are allowed in bed,” he said.

God, he was good.

Scotti closed her eyes when he pulled the edge of the blanket up to her chin, tucking her and Bat Bear in together. She thought she felt him touch her hair, but when she opened her eyes, he was only looking at her and he was doing that marble statue thing with his face again. After a moment, he went back to his blanket and laid down.

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