Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Yes, he’d like that and I’ll make sure he doesn’t worry too much about it. Victor says you’re very nice and are trustworthy. So I’m really hoping I don’t have to bury your body. You look heavy.” Dally hopped up and kissed my head. “Okay, off to make boring people squirm.”
As he bounced off, Daddy chuckled. “He knows how to have fun at parties.”
“Dally always has fun. Even at the dentist.” I wasn’t as fun as Dally but Daddy Elias didn’t seem to mind. “But he says having a boring friend is important too. I keep him from getting arrested.”
Daddy Elias sighed. “Somehow, I think you’re serious about that.”
“Because you’re smart.” And sexy. And good at getting me snacks. And good at being nice to Dally without asking to sleep with him.
Yep.
I’d found a very smart Daddy.
Chapter 4
Elias
He hadn’t already been oversharing.
Monsters?
I was starting to understand why Dally had insisted Milo only have one drink. Little Milo was wonderfully chatty, so I could only guess at how fascinating drunk Milo would be.
“Thank you for the compliment.” He was adorable. “And can I say that I’m glad Dally approves of me?”
I wasn’t sure what I’d have done if he hadn’t.
“Me too.” Milo’s feet started wiggling under the table, sounding like he wanted to swing them but couldn’t. “He said he’d find me people to talk to but we usually like different people.”
I could see that…for one thing, Dally liked making boring people squirm and I wasn’t sure Milo would’ve found that to be an enjoyable activity.
“I think Victor is going to like both of you, just for different reasons.” That had Milo looking slightly confused, so I gave him a wink. “He’s not allowed to think you’re as cute as I do.”
Giggling, Milo rocked back and forth in his seat. “He thinks Dally is cute.”
“Probably.” I wasn’t sure if Dally was somehow his type or if he just found chaos fascinating, but either way I was glad that he was focused on someone other than Milo. “But you’re very cute too and I don’t want to ask Dally to help me bury any bodies.”
That would be awkward at the very least…because I was pretty sure he’d be glad to help.
“Oh, you can’t do that.” Milo looked serious enough that he made me curious. “Then he’d have to find a new place to bury you if you turned naughty.”
“Yes, have to keep your burial sites private.” What had I been thinking? “You have a very good point.”
They had a very weird friendship.
“How long have you known Dally?” I thought the question was easy but as I picked another bite for him, he shrugged. “A long time?”
“Yeah.” Happily eating a cracker with chicken salad on it, Milo did a happy dance in his seat as he enjoyed his snack while he thought. “We went to school together forever.”
Math was evidently hard when Milo was little.
“I don’t have any friends I’ve known that long.” The idea seemed weird if I was being honest but that might’ve been because most of the people I’d grown up with were assholes.
“Dally’s my only longtime friend.” Starting to look longingly at the brownie on our plate, Milo seemed distracted as he chattered. “I jumped from house to house to house as a kid and he kept me. His mom liked me too. She said I was a good influence and reminded her what normal was.”
All right, not polite but understandable under the circumstances because Dally was unique.
“You said he was the baby of ten kids?” I couldn’t imagine that many kids.
Nodding, Milo accepted a zucchini fry dipped in ranch, only mildly pouting. “Yes, his father said his mother never figured out where they came from, but Dally’s older brother said his parents were just stupid and fucked like rabbits.”
Ah.
Laughing seemed inappropriate but it was impossible to hold back. “You’d have thought after just a couple they’d have figured it out.”
Milo shrugged, grinning as I finally cut off a piece of the dessert he wanted so badly. “They figured it out at some point because Dally’s mom told us about the birds and bees and when the bees love each other very much and can do things too. But she must’ve figured it out right before she had Dally.”
Well, at least his conservative-leaning family hadn’t missed how interesting Dally was…or how interesting Milo was.
“Did you ever date Dally?” It seemed like the most innocent version of that question I could’ve asked but Milo scrunched his face up like I’d just asked him to eat a bug.
“No. He’s bossy.” Milo’s response was odd but understandably honest as well.
“I can see that being a problem.” He was also a delightful troublemaker and Milo didn’t seem to find that sexually attractive in a partner.
No, he liked Daddies and frowning assholes who got him brownies.