Then Issy sat up and shuffled off the bed.
“Noo,” she groaned. “Archer, make him come back to bed.”
Issy reached over to drag her out as well. She let out a yell of surprise as he tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass. “We’ve got a long journey home. I want to get an early start. Especially now that Archer has
added on a detour.”
They were leaving Dallas today, driving back to Sanctuary in Archer’s car. Doc had been teasing him about what he was going to do with a city car in the country.
When she’d asked about bringing her own truck down to the ranch, both men had just glared at her. She’d figure it out. With a bit of work she was certain her truck could get up to a high enough standard for them to let her drive it.
Maybe.
Archer sighed. “It’s not that I want to go talk to them. But I think I have to.”
Issy just grunted. “Well, you’re not going alone.”
“Issy, you don’t have to come talk to them with me, you can wait at a hotel with Caley.”
“We’re family, aren’t we?” Issy said abruptly.
“Yeah,” Archer replied huskily. “We’re family.”
“Then I’m coming with you. We do this together.”
“I’m coming too,” she said, trying to wiggle off Issy’s shoulder. He slapped her ass again.
“You are not,” Issy barked.
“Absolutely not,” Archer agreed.
They were ganging up on her. She sighed. She had a feeling this would be her life from now on.
And she couldn’t be happier.
* * *
She shifted around on her seat nervously as they drove through the Chicago suburbs. It had taken a couple of long days of driving to get here. Issy was relentless in his desire to get home. She thought it was mostly because he hated staying in hotels and eating out.
“Poppet, do you need to go potty?” Archer asked her.
Oh hell. For a man who hadn’t been certain he was a Daddy Dom, he sure caught on quickly. Her face was bright red as he turned in the front seat to look at her.
“No, Papa.”
“You’re moving around like you do. Daddy can find a toilet.”
“Told you we shouldn’t have let her drink that giant coffee this morning,” Issy grumbled.
“Stopping for a few minutes isn’t going to add anything onto our journey, you old grump,” Archer replied.
She giggled quietly.
“What’s so funny?” Issy asked from the driver’s seat.
“Nothing, Daddy,” she said sweetly. “I’m okay, I don’t need the toilet.”
“If you don’t need the potty why can’t you sit still?” Archer asked.