Page 105 of The Billionaire's Virgin

Chapter Thirty

Taylor

“I wish Daddy could have come,” Jenna pouted, as we walked towards the park.

“I know, sweetheart,” I said. “I wish he could have come too. But he’s busy… and it’ll only be for a short time.”

“I don’t like when he works on Sundays,” Jenna said.

I pulled her to a stop and then knelt down so that I was at eye level with her. “It’s just one Sunday, honey,” I assured her. “Next weekend we’re going on a trip, remember?”

“Are you coming too?” Jenna asked.

“I am.”

Jenna’s face brightened into a big smile, and she seemed appeased for the moment. “Okay.” She nodded. “Where are we going?”

“To the park,” I said.

Jenna giggled. “No, silly,” she told me. “Where are we going on our trip?”

“Oh,” I said, and I laughed too. “Well, I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “Your daddy’s keeping that a surprise.”

“From you too?”

“Yep.”

Jenna smiled. “That means he wants to surprise you too.”

“I suppose he does,” I said.

Jenna let out a little giggle and I turned to her in surprise. “What was that?” I asked. “What are you giggling about?”

“Nothing,” Jenna replied, with another secretive giggle.

I pulled her up into my arms and started tickling her all over. She screamed and laughed, and when she and I were both out of breath, I put her down.

“Now tell me what’s so funny?” I demanded.

“You only give surprises to the people you love,” Jenna said. “I think my daddy loves you.”

I was shocked at Jenna’s study of the situation. It was impressively mature, not to mention perceptive for a four-year-old. I couldn’t help but marvel at how bright she was, and even though I knew it had nothing to do with me, I was proud. More and more, Jenna was beginning to feel like my daughter, and I couldn’t stop certain accompanying feelings from taking over at times.

“You’re silly,” I said, trying to breeze over the moment.

“Then why are you smiling?” Jenna asked observantly.

“I’m not,” I said, trying to wipe the blushing smile off my face.

“You are too.”

Knowing that I could never win that competition with a child, I quickly changed the subject. “Look, the park,” I said, as we walked up to the entrance. “And the swings are free. You fancy a go on the swings, Jenna?”

“Yeah!” she said, jumping up in excitement.

There were a few other families there with their children. I recognized a couple of them, but not enough to go up and say hello. I pushed Jenna on the swings for a few minutes before she got bored and decided she wanted to go play on the jungle gym. We were approaching the colorful jungle gym when I heard someone scream out Jenna’s name. I turned to see Millie running towards us with her curly hair flying behind her.

“Jenna, Jenna!” she called excitedly.