“We came over to see you for a few reasons,” Lacy said. “One to say hi and hug you, and two to offer you a job.”
Hannah’s mouth dropped open. “A job with you at Safe Haven?”
“Yes. The company is growing, and we desperately need help.”
Hannah thought about it for a moment before she nodded. “Yes, I’d love it.”
Nia and Lacey screamed and jumped up and down, bringing a smile to Hannah’s face. Yes, this job and the littles would be good for her. She’d start all over again and build a future that would fulfill her.
Lacey clapped. “Awesome. Be at the office on Tuesday morning at nine.”
“I’ll be there.”
They hugged her again and walked back to their daddies.
Hannah remembered the first time she’d heard the term little. It had confused her at first, but then a few of the women had explained it. It was an adult relationship where the woman gave up most of her power to her man and let them make decisions for them. It shocked and intrigued her until she realized she and Cullen had already been doing that.
The term Daddy was just a way for the girls to tell the men they trusted and cared about them. It was like when someone called their partners honey or sweetheart. It just meant more because it reminded them that they were happy to be with their men.
Hannah went to stand next to her brother and smiled at the men.
“Hello, Hannah. We’re glad you’re back,” Cason said as he wrapped an arm around Lacey, and it looked like they’d done it a thousand times because of how natural it looked. “The girls were driving us crazy.”
Nia and Lacey gasped.
“Daddy, stop teasing us,” Lacey pouted.
Cason turned to Travis. “Am I wrong?”
Travis snorted and shook his head. “I probably heard ‘When’s Hannah coming home?’ twenty times a day for every day you were gone. You do the math.”
Nia tugged on her shirt sleeve. “You’re not supposed to tell everyone. It makes us look crazy and impatient.”
“Impatient, definitely,” Cason said.
Hannah stood back and watched the couples interact with each other and smiled. A person couldn’t help but be happy around them.
“We’ll head out, but we’ll see you guys on Tuesday,” Cason said.
Hannah waved. Her head jerked around her brother when she thought about what Cason said. “He said, you guys. Does that mean you’re going to work there, too?”
Rhys grinned. “Well, yeah, someone has to drive you to work.”
She giggled and hugged him tightly. “Are you happy about it?” she asked.
“Yes, very much. I think I’ll like helping to find the children and women who have been taken and trafficked.”
“I do, too.” Hannah nodded. “You know, I think I should try to learn how to drive again.”
He groaned. “Oh, God. The thought is going to give me nightmares.”
Hannah hit his stomach. “That’s not nice. I’m not that bad.”
“Tell that to Mrs. Beasley’s mailbox and Mr. Carson’s bushes.”
She did feel bad about that. “He did love those bushes, didn’t he?”
“Yeah.” Rhys chuckled. “But you fixed both the mailbox and the bushes.”