Beneath hooded lids, Riley watched him walk to the door. “What am I supposed to call you?”
He stopped and looked at her. “Call me?”
“Yes, call you. Should I call you Mr. Wade, Jim, or how about Daddy?” The naughty part of her couldn’t resist poking the bear one more time.
He appeared to ponder a moment. “Maybe Daddy wouldn’t be a bad idea. You certainly could use one.”
“You made that observation quite clear, Mr. Wade.”
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