Page 91 of Daddy's Soul


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He eyed her for a long moment.

Oh, shoot.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, either, did you?”

How did he know? She swore he could read her mind sometimes.

“Why bother asking if you know the answer?” she grumbled.

“Don’t get sassy with me. No skipping any more meals and you need to drink water regularly. I don’t want you to get dizzy.”

It wasn’t that she purposefully skipped breakfast. She liked food. But it was hard to eat in that house. She’d started keeping food downstairs since she hated going upstairs. Plus, Eric ate everything she bought anyway.

“I’ll try not to.”

“You won’t just try, Little Blossom,” he said as he handed her a container.

She stared down at the stuffed potato. How did he know that was her favorite? She didn’t get it very often. In fact, she’d only gotten it twice. But it was so yummy.

“I, um . . . this is for me?”

“Of course it’s for you.” He sat back in his armchair with his chicken salad.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Eat.”

Right. She would. She started to eat. God, she was so hungry. He reached out and slid the food away from her.

“Hey! Mine!” She reached for the container. Then she realized that she’d just acted like a toddler who’d had their juice box taken away.

Oops.

And now she really wanted a juice box.

“Slow down, baby. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Oh. She felt herself blushing.

“Sorry.” She’d obviously made a fool of herself.

“Here. Eat slower.”

She nodded. But now she was too embarrassed to eat in front of him. She picked up the fork and prodded at the potato. It was so good too. But her stomach was tied up in too many knots to eat.

To her surprise, he sat next to her and took the container.

“Oh, did you want some?” she asked, looking up at him.

He stuffed a forkful of potato into her mouth. She just stared at him, her mouth still open.

“Eat, baby. With your mouth closed, preferably.”

How embarrassing!

She closed her mouth.

“Chew,” he commanded.

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