“Of course.”
“Could we start today?”
The way his face lit up with a brilliant smile made herwantto run a marathon. Although knowing what kind of shape she was in, she wouldn’t get more than a block before she collapsed. Papa tried to stifle his grin but he was really bad at it. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Yes. I can go downstairs, open the door and shut the door. You and Daddy will come too, right?”
“Uh, sha. Like I would miss that for the world. Can I record it for posterity?”
“Papa, no!”
It felt good to be teased, Ian winking at her when she squealed. Master had never teased her—it was always taunting, with a sharp edge meant to cut, humiliate. Papa meant to make her laugh and someday soon, she would.