Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Both of us questioning our memories and sanity wasn’t helping.
“So you didn’t buy land and you haven’t started talking to an architect?” He liked planning but that was a bit much even for him.
He could do a lot in ten minutes, though.
“No.” He seemed confident about that, but he also didn’t sound like he blamed me for asking. “I also have not spent enough money in town to have accidentally bought land or a house.”
Good to know.
“So…” Now what? “Did he tell you where our land was?”
That seemed important but Daddy shrugged. “No.”
People needed to be more helpful, insanity or not.
“I agree.” Daddy frowned as I realized I’d shared that too. “Don’t worry. We’ll get the hang of turning down the bond.”
Eventually, but we spent so much time together I wasn’t sure we’d get the hang of it any time soon.
“Maybe someone will know later?” Later was sooner but we had enough time. Coffee. I needed more coffee. “Could they have mistaken us for someone else?”
There were still a lot of random people wandering around from the different groups.
“I want to say yes but I don’t think there’s any chance of that being right.” Daddy’s sigh made my smile finally escape. “I’m not being dramatic. They’ve done something. I just know it.”
Yes, they’d done something…and yes, he was being dramatic.
“Because you’re smart and you always catch them. That’s part of the reason they like you so much.” And they might all just have a thing for cranky Doms?
Could whole towns share a kink?
“That’s horrifying.” Daddy’s face scrunched up like he’d smelled something gross. “Yellow. I don’t like that.”
He was the definition of dramatic.
“I understand.” It was cheek kiss and distract time. “No more crazy ideas.”
He’d get an ulcer if we kept it up, because he had enough on his plate. Between the plans for the portal and his family going bonkers, it wasn’t the time to be adding anything else. “Oh, did you hear? Kenzie said everyone needed matching shirts to go through the portal. He said this was more important than Disney, so they needed to match.”
Daddy blinked a few times. “Because families wear matching shirts to be able to spot each other in a crowd? Like those big family reunion groups?”
What could I say? He was so smart it was sexy.
“Yep.” He was also very grateful he’d declined going through the portal. “They’re purple and sparkly because he thought that would help everyone stand out in the desert.”
Best distraction ever.
“Has anyone researched what the best colors to wear on an alien planet are? Has anyone asked Toman what colors are offensive?” Frowning, Daddy pushed off the car as his brain started to whirl. “I don’t think anyone thought to ask him that. People never think about things like that until they’re confronted with it in real life.”
I wasn’t worried…they were all going to look like our resident Florida Man anyway…shirt color was going to be the least of their problems.
It kept Daddy going half the morning, though.
He was even studying everyone closely as we finished the hike up to the portal and hadn’t shot anyone dirty looks about how much they complained. “I’m still not sure.”
It wouldn’t have been a problem if Toman hadn’t given Daddy such a weird answer about clothing. We decorated ourselves more interestingly than they did and Toman didn’t know what his people would think about sparkly purple T-shirts.
Daddy wasn’t worried about our land or the new job we still hadn’t managed to get anyone to explain. So even with all the shrugging and confused looks that were completely fake, I was still counting it as a win.
“We’re here.” Wren’s excited voice was so loud as we approached the clearing that they probably heard him at the diner, but we were lucky he wasn’t bouncing all over the place any longer. “I can’t wait to meet your family.”
He was beyond excited and had no reservations at all, unlike the rest of his family who had just been told in the last twenty-four hours that Wren was going to another planet. Or plane of existence. Or something.
“Are they going to keep their clothes on this time?” Agent Murphy, the human the government had felt forced to send at the last minute, frowned…again. “There’s no closet.”
Someone should’ve warned him.
And someone should’ve warned us that he was suspicious and grumpy.
That was only sexy on my mate, but the man didn’t seem to understand that.
Daddy’s chuckle said I might’ve sent that through the bond.
Oops?
“Behave.”
No.
“Yes, Daddy.” Oh, got to make Agent Cranky Pants wince again. “Love you.”
No wince.
Yep. I was right.
Not homophobic, just a pain in the butt.
Daddy gave a long sigh.
Oops.
“Sorry.”
Sending him a feeling I hoped he thought was me being apologetic, I put a good blank face on and did my best to look relaxed and happy.
No problems here.