I leaned back on my couch and propped my feet on the coffee table. “I’d like to take you to the park Saturday. Maybe have lunch?”
“Sure. I don’t work this Saturday. I don’t work most Saturdays. But sometimes. Not this coming week, though. Uh, what time?” Was he rambling? Possibly nervous?
“You’re killing me with how adorable you are. You know that, right?”
“No?” He actually squeaked.
“Ten am? I’ll pick you up outside your apartment.”
“Great. I can’t wait.”
“Remember it’s a park. Wear comfortable shoes and clothes you don’t mind getting grass stains on.”
“Okay. Thank you. I will.”
“See you Saturday, Gilly.”
“Okay, Da—Nate.” He did it again. There would be an in-depth talk on Saturday. We would play, eat lunch, and then I’d tell him about my lactating and gauge his reaction. If he wasn’t scared off by all of that, we’d discuss his Little side I’d glimpsed a peek of and see if he understood it as well.
I couldn’t wait to see him.
It was only Monday, though. Damn, this was going to be a long week.
5
GILLY
Nate was taking me to the park. This was going to be fun, and I was very excited. I put on my old overalls over a T-shirt. There were a few holes in the pants, and they were faded but so comfortable, and it wouldn’t matter if they got messed up. Since it was going to be an active date, I skipped the eyeliner and hair gel. I shoved my hair out of my face as I tied my tennis shoes and then hurried downstairs to wait.
Daddy Nate pulled up in a Jeep with no top that was gonna be so much fun to ride in. His dark brown hair was messed up from the wind, and added to his whole sexy Daddy vibe, like he was a sports model or something equally hot. His gorgeous light hazel eyes sparkled in the sunshine. “Come on, get in.” He nodded to the passenger seat, and I scrambled to do what he said. His request made me mushy inside, but I liked it. He reached over, grabbed my seatbelt, and buckled me in. “Good?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go then.” He winked at me, and all those tingles in my tummy multiplied. I smiled so wide, my face hurt.
When we got to the park, Nate grabbed a nylon bag from the backseat. “Look what I have, Gilly.” He opened it and showed me.
“Frisbees! There must be six or seven of them.” All different colors like the rainbow. I couldn’t wait to play with them.
“There’s actually a dozen. Do you like frisbees?”
“Yes. I’m good at catching them. But…”
“What is it?
“Why do you have so many? And they’re all different sizes.” I’d never seen frisbees exactly like this before.
“I used to play a lot of disc golf. These are specialized for different things. See this one?” He picked up a black one. “This sharper edge and wide rim make it go farther.”
“They’re all special?”
“They are. I don’t play much anymore, but they’ll be fun to throw around here. Want to try?”
“Yes. Let’s go.” I skipped alongside him as we headed out into the center of the park. I’d passed this place many times but never stopped here. “I have a few clients in this neighborhood.”
“Clients, huh? I thought you were an artist?”
“Artist? No.” I shook my head. “I’m a painter. Interiors and exteriors. I run my uncle’s company.”
