CHAPTER FIFTEEN
He wasn’t exactly what you would call a tall drink of water, but there was something about the way he carried himself that simultaneously put me at ease and made me as jumpy as a jackrabbit. He ordered my T-bone medium rare, after asking me how I liked it, and cut it into bite-sized pieces for me upon its arrival, proving himself doting as well as dominant—a true Daddy.
“Do you ever, you know, have flashbacks about that day?” I asked him after chewing the first mouthwatering bite that he fed me with his fork.
“All the time. Sometimes I dream about having both my arms again. It feels real, and then I wake up.“
“It must be hard for you.”
“I think it’s worse when I have dreams about the explosion. I’m not gonna lie, there’ve been nights when I wake up from a nightmare and
