Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
It didn’t really matter. This was putt-putt, not the Masters. Any excuse to stand close to her was worth it to Evan. He loved the little shiver she made when his breath hit her neck, and the way she stuck her tongue out and to one side as she concentrated on lining up her shot.
He adored that her curls fell in disarray all around her face and how huge her eyes were when she hit the ball and saw it roll right up to the hole.
“Good job.” He shot her a mock skeptical look. “You better not be a ringer, Curls, or I’ll find a creative way to punish you after we’re done,” he teased.
She giggled and shook her head. “I just got lucky, Daddy.” She whispered that last part, glancing around. No one was near them, so she was totally safe, but the moment that word slid from her lips, a giant piece of Evan’s heart chipped off and became hers. There was no sweeter word in the English language and no sweeter mouth for it to have come from.
Evan hadn’t had a Little girl in a long time. He’d forgotten how special it could feel. But this relationship with Tori was far and beyond more than any other he’d been in. No one had ever made his heart race this fast.
Evan had suspected she was his Little girl the moment she crashed into his chest in the park. His belief that she was his Little solidified when he first sat on the bench with her three days later in front of Little Cakes. Now…
Now, he was simply biding his time, showing her with his actions, words, and deeds that he was a worthy Daddy she should take a chance on. He sure hoped it wouldn’t take long. Already he hated dropping her off at her brother’s house and driving away.
What would she think when she found out he’d started working on a room for her in his house? He’d put everything into motion the day after he’d first caught her sketch flying through the air.
Would she think he was moving too fast? He hoped not. He’d known in his heart she was his, and he’d stepped into that empty room off the master bedroom eager to get started.
One of the main features that had led Evan to purchase the house in the first place five years ago had been the bonus room off the master bedroom. It could have been a sitting room or a study or a small den, but he’d known it would be a nursery.
When would he show it to her? Tonight was probably too soon to bring her to his home, but he couldn’t wait much longer. Now that he’d found her, he was anxious to take the next steps and convince her she was indeed his Little girl to love and care for and cherish in every way.
As he took his shot, his ball not coming quite as close to the hole as hers, she jumped up and down, clapping her hands.
Evan wanted to pause this moment, this memory, forever. He wished he had one of his expensive cameras around his neck. One with a lens that would capture her expression under these strange dim lights. But photographing her tonight would probably make her uncomfortable, so he would have to wait for something like that.
He had visions of taking pictures of her soon. Maybe at the park instead of his studio. She looked so pretty in the sunlight, and she seemed happy when she was outside.
She grabbed his hand when he reached her, her wide bright eyes staring up at him. “Daddy, you did great.”
He kissed her lips. “Thank you, Little girl. Your turn.”
Afterward, they sat at a snack bar only lit by the neon lights on the ceiling and the bottom of their glowing glasses. The guy at the counter had selected a pink one for Tori when Evan had requested it for her soda. She couldn’t believe he would think to ask. Evan paid more attention to small things than anyone else she knew.
“That was really fun,” she commented as she dipped a fry into a sea of catsup Evan had placed on his plate for them.
Tori wiggled a bit as she crunched into the crisp fry. She’d discovered while living with Terry just how much she loved fast food. “You can’t eat like this often,” she suggested.
“Why?”
“You’re in great shape,” Tori blurted.
“Thank you for noticing. I like to be outside. I’ve captured some amazing shots wandering around with my camera. What do you think about hiking?”
“I haven’t ever been. I like to walk. Is it really hard?” she asked.
“There are easy trails and tough ones. How about if our next date is one of the easy ones?” he suggested.
“I love being in the park. It sounds like fun, but I don’t want to hold you back or be a bother,” she hedged on answering.