In Daddy's Custody by Kelly Dawson

Author:Kelly Dawson [Dawson, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2024-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed. I have no idea what the time is, but judging by the bright light shining through the curtains, it’s got to be close to noon. Maybe even later. I’ve never been good at telling the time by the sun, but the thin curtains aren’t doing a very good job of blocking it out. It was nearly dawn by the time I fell asleep. After we left the airport and checked in to some semi-habitable motel far away from the proper part of the city where I couldn’t ‘get into mischief’ as Jaxon so gleefully put it, I spent ages on Facebook updating my friends, and Googling New Zealand. Seeing as how I’ve been forced to come to a country I’ve never had any interest in, I may as well try to find out as much as I can about the place.

Besides, I had to do something to distract myself and try to ignore Jaxon’s snores coming from the next room, and there was nothing else to do. We’re in a studio suite with a separate bedroom off it, and the only television is in the main part of the studio, where Jaxon is sleeping. He made me sleep in the separate bedroom, apparently so he’d hear me if I tried to leave, but I truly doubt he would have heard anything above his snoring. I swiped the little packet of nuts out of the basket by the sink, but that’s all there was to eat. No mini bar. No restaurant open. This lonely motel is the only one around. There’s no shops. Not that I noticed at the ungodly hour we arrived here, anyway. No night clubs. Nothing. It’s disappointing. Auckland is the biggest city in New Zealand, and there’s literally nothing here.

“We’re not really in Auckland City,” Jaxon had explained last night in response to my grumbling about the lack of a night life here. “We’re on the outskirts.”

Outskirts? So where is the city? Where are the bars? I had so many questions, but I didn’t get to ask them, because he’d excused himself for bed, safe in the knowledge that there was no trouble I could possibly get into in this hell hole, and was snoring within minutes.

He’s not snoring now. Now, there’s nothing but silence. Briefly, panic wells up inside me. He hasn’t gone out and left me here, has he? All alone in this motel room in a strange country? I need to know. I don’t even stop to put clothes on, I wander out into the kitchenette area of our motel unit in just the tank top and panties I slept in. He’s sitting at the table, reading a newspaper. My image doesn’t grace the cover of this one.

He looks up, meets my eye, smiles. He’s cleaned up, shaved and showered. The stubble that darkened his jaw yesterday is gone. Even from here, I can smell his soap and aftershave. I can’t place the scent, but it’s earthy, masculine, musky.

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