“Daddy!” Jesse leapt out of the car like he’d been launched by a James Bond ejection seat, again leaving her sitting cold at the end of an impossibly hot kiss. He was not supposed to be causing ground-shaking changes to her s*x life yet never following through on even one of them.
And Hannah would never get used to a culture where grown men called their parent “Daddy.”
She unbuckled and got out the other side of the car like a normal person while the two men embraced and thumped each other on the back. Another impossible action for a child and parent, at least in her world.
They were cut from the same cloth. Jesse’s father was a little shorter, more wrinkled and sun-worn, but still from a hale-and-hearty breed that left no doubts as to their manly virility.
He wore a white cowboy hat t
