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heart-thumping thrusts.
    Fuck. Get that shit out of your head, Danny.
    “Pretty, yes. But does she have a brain to go with those looks?”
    Reighlyn giggled her little girl laugh and it settled the rapid beat of my pulse. I loved her girly laugh. She was growing up so fast, and I wasn’t ready for that.
    “She might. Do you have anyone better to ask?”
    That fact was, no, I didn’t. I had friends, but they were bachelors. No way was I going to allow them to watch my little girl. I wasn’t that desperate. That and they lived too far away for me to go drop her off and then pick her up.
    “You know, I hate it when you get the last word in. One of these days, I’ll win.” That was one of our games we played. Who could get to the point quickest and have the last logical answer.
    “Fine. I’ll ask her, but if she says no, then I guess it’s just me and you, kid.”
    She rolled her eyes and finished the last bit of her food. I’d have to call in. Which wouldn’t hurt us, but I hated calling in last minute. Not when our set was already prepped. I was the lead runner.
    “What are you waiting for, Daddy? Go already. I can tell you want to.”
    My eyes crunched with irritation. “And how can you tell that?”
    “You like her. You never go out of your way to help the women around here and you did for her.”
    “She was moving in. It was the right thing to do, Reighlyn.”
    “Whatever you say, dad.” Then she got up and took our dishes to the sink. She was definitely growing up too fast.
    She started washing our plates and putting them in the dish water as I went ahead and made my way out the door, grumbling about silly little girls and their silly imaginations. It wasn’t the first time I’ve said that. But never had it revolved around a woman.
    Reighlyn laughed and said, “Like daddy, like daughter.”
    “Yeah, well just do those dishes. Just like it should be.”
    Her face went from smiling to little girl fury. One thing I taught my daughter, or am teaching her; Self-sufficiency. I’ve always taught her to take the lead in the things she does and how to own up to her mistakes if she makes them. One thing I instilled in her was she might be a female, but a lot of females could do things a man could and sometimes even better than they could. That some men think it’s a woman’s place to be in the kitchen, and to not bother trying to best them. Well, I taught her to think fuck that. Well, I didn’t say that, but it was something similar. I wasn’t going to raise a docile child. I wanted her to be independent and do things for herself.
    “Love you, babydoll.” I winked at her and said, “Stay here, please.”
    I closed and locked the door before walking the short way until I got in front of their door. For some strange reason, my heart was pumping double time in seeing Moriah.
    Such a unique name. Moriah. I liked the way it sounded. A unique name for a pretty woman. Reighlyn was right about that. She was pretty. Beautiful in that fresh, girl-next-door way. I rang the doorbell, almost praying she wouldn’t come to the door, but then hoping she would so I could look at her. Take another long look at her. Let her image get engrained inside of my brain once more. I faintly heard music inside, so I knocked on the door a little harder. I pretty much banged on it after another few minutes went by and the music instantly went off. I heard shuffling inside before she twisted—didn’t she lock the door after we left earlier? Twisted it open.
    I was going to have to tell her to take proper precautions—she twisted and pulled the door open to reveal her in a cropped tee that ended just below her tits and a pair of Lycra shorts that stopped at the top of her thighs.
    Fuck, my dick got thick and hard and my mouth was practically watering. She looked fucking delicious. There was a thin sheet of sweat dotting her hairline, between her plump tits and a little slipping down her bare tummy. Jesus. Someone shoot me.
    “Why