Amelia nods smartly, her blonde curls bouncing.
“And is Tracy your number two girl?”
My lover merely smiles, blue eyes devilish.
“No, because she’s my number one woman,” he tells his daughter. “A woman is a big girl, remember?”
“Oh right,” Amelia lisps childishly. “One day, I’ll be your number one woman then! As well as your number one girl!”
With that, we all laugh even as I meet Rick’s gaze over his daughter’s curly head. It’s so nice being like this, like we’re a real family, and my man takes my hand again, squeezing it as the waitress comes over with our food.
“Now don’t go crazy with the fries,” he admonishes his daughter even as Amelia crunches into a golden baton. “Chicken fingers first,” he says in a stern voice.
“Yes Daddy,” she agrees winsomely through a mouthful of deep-fried goodness. “Will do.”
We laugh and begin digging into our mains. Mmm, this French dip is delightful and I take a big bite as a trail of sauce runs down my chin.
“Yum,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy. “This is amazing.”
Rick merely chuckles.
“I love seeing you eat, baby girl,” he rasps in a low voice. “It’s practically orgasmic.”
I offer him a bite of my sandwich.
“Well, this one is sure to make you come, Mr. Patton,” I mewl in a wicked tone. “I promise.”
Rick takes a big bite of my sandwich and he growls with approval.
“Delicious, baby girl. But not as delicious as your snatch with its own specialau jussauce.”
That makes me gasp as I look around, seeing if anyone overheard. But of course, the other diners are minding their own business, and my lover merely chuckles before slicing into his steak.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he growls in a low tone. “I’ll be getting into your sweetau juslater tonight.”
“Oh Rick!” I giggle, flapping one hand at him. “You’re incorrigible.”
He merely grins wickedly, those blue eyes flashing.
“You’re right, I am, and I’m a lot of other things too.” But then his expression goes somber as he looks at me from across the table. “Like I mentioned, sweetheart, I have some skeletons in the closet too, and as long as we’re coming clean, I might as well put them out there.”
I smile encouragingly, squeezing his hand.
“What is it?” I ask in a soft voice. “Come on, they can’t be as bad as mine, right? I was single-handedly providing entertainment, not to mention sexual gratification, for a single dads group!”
He shakes his head.
“No, it’s worse.”
I stare at him.
“Really? That seems hard to believe.”
Rick nods and then sighs, putting down his fork.
“No, it is, because my divorce was fucking awful. That’s the only justification for my behavior because I went on a rampage too. Of course, I can’t get pregnant, but basically I slept with a slew of women, and I mean alotlot, honey.”
I stare at him.