My mouth gapes open. Is he serious? Granted, he’s only twenty-five, but he must know how to use a washing machine.
He barks out a laugh. “The look on your face. I know how to do laundry.”
And why is his ability to do a domestic skill sexy? Why? I must be starved for affection. There’s no other reasonable explanation since I know better than to get involved with a player.
“I guess Boozer’s sleeping on the bed.” I yawn again. “Sorry. I closed the bar down tonight.”
“Not a problem.” He nudges me forward into the bedroom. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Towels are inside. Get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“Thanks,” I mutter before shutting the door.
I faceplant in the bed. Boozer cuddles up to me. I fall asleep before I can wrap an arm around him.
“Wah!”
I awake at the sound. I blink at the darkness. Where am I? This isn’t my car. Or my apartment.
Oh, right. Zane found me sleeping in my car. My face warms with embarrassment but I ignore it. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The situation is temporary.
“WAAH!”
I roll over and cover my head with the pillow. Some little baby girl is not a happy camper.
The cries continue, but I ignore them. This is not my problem. I shouldn’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong.
Boozer whines. “It’s not our problem to deal with.”
He barks. “Shush.”
He settles with his head on his paws to stare at me with his big brown eyes. I roll over. I’m not getting involved.
“WAAH! WAAH!”
“Oh, for mermaid’s sake.” I roll out of bed and stomp out of the room.
Zane is pacing the living room with Adele in his arms. “Go to sleep, baby girl. I need my sleep. If you think I’m cranky now, wait until the morning.”
My heart warms. Zane is utterly adorable, pleading with his daughter for a bit of sleep. It’s useless, but he’s adorable.
“Can I help?”
He whirls around. “Fuck. Did I wake you?” He shakes his head. “Of course, I woke you.”
“Technically, she did.”
“Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. She’s been crying all night. Walking her was helping before but it’s not anymore.”
“Is she hungry?”
“I fed her two hours ago.”
“Dirty diaper?”
“She’s dry.”
