Taboo Daddy

by Crowne, K. C.

  I had my reasons for living in the mountains. But living the life of isolation became a huge pain in the ass in times like these

  I had some quick business to attend to before leaving town and I had no time to spare.

  Taking a heavy breath, I grabbed my phone and dialed my only actual friend in town, Grant.

  “Hello Kellen. Bit early, even for you,” he grumbled on the other end of the line. “Everything okay?”

  “Sorry to wake you man. I need to head out of town for a few days,” I said. “Family emergency.”

  “Oh? I didn’t know you had any family,” Grant muttered.

  I didn’t talk to anyone about my family much these days. Not even Grant.

  Alice may not have been my blood but I considered her family. And alongside her, I had my biological sister to call family.

  “It’s fine Kellen. Take all the time you need. I’m guessing you need me to fill in for you while you’re away?”

  “That would be great. I was building some cabinets for the diner,” I said. “They just need some sanding and finishing up, and then they’re ready to be delivered.”

  “Got it. No problem, man. Do whatever you need to,” he agreed. “I’ll take care of everything else.”

  Both Grant and I shared an unusual love for woodworking, and while we weren’t officially in business together, we’d talked about it and referred clients to each other when our plates were full.

  I didn’t need the work, or the money, but it was good to stay busy. Woodworking kept my hands and mind busy on nights the nightmares got too much to handle.

  “I’ll stop by and let Felicity know what’s going on before I leave,” I said.

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  I hung up the phone and threw some shit together in a duffel bag. I had no idea how long I’d be gone. It would depend on how things went. I didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a baby, but I could throw dinner on the grill and make sure Alice at least ate well.

  I hopped in my truck and drove down the curvy, mountain road into town.

  Liberty wasn’t exactly a tourist mecca, not like some of the other mountain towns in Utah, but that’s why I picked it. I wanted to get away from people - not be bothered by them.

  Problem was, a town as small as Liberty meant everyone knew everyone else.

  Except for me. I was new to town and kept to myself. I didn’t come to make friends. I came to be alone. Which was why I was hesitant to open up to Grant, one of the few who seemed to understand me. Being an ex-Army Ranger, he’d experienced loss too. He knew what it was like.

  Not that we talked about our past, but he had the familiar look of pain in his eyes.

  A look I knew all too well.

  I pulled into the tiny parking lot of Smothered in Love, a little diner run by a local chef. The place was packed for breakfast, as usual. I’d have come back later in the day if I could, but the clock was ticking. With so few parking spots in the tiny lot, it was hard to get my massive truck into any of them.

  When I climbed down, a Prius pulled up behind me. I noticed there were no more parking spots left, and my truck took up more than one. Scratching my beard, I thought long and hard about what I was going to do, but before I could figure out a solution, a petite brunette stepped out of the car.

  Wow.

  Where did she come from?

  She was a sexy little thing.

  No taller than five-three.

  Her hands were on her curvy hips, and her full, luscious lips were pursed in annoyance as she glared at me with big, chocolate brown eyes.

  Her toned legs were in a wide, challenging stance and her large, pert breasts heaved as she huffed a breath in my direction.

  She had to be careful because the sheer sight of her could stop traffic.

  “Excuse me but you can’t park like that,” she said, pointing to my truck.

  When she moved her head, her long, brown ponytail bobbed around her head. She was shaking her head, clearly frustrated.

  It was wrong, but I found it sexy as hell.

  “I’m going to be a second,” I said. “Then you can have both spots.”

  If she could wait just two minutes, enough time for me to talk to the owner of the diner, she’d be able to get on with her day. The parking lot didn’t accommodate large trucks, which was crazy in a mountain town, but the place didn’t have that much space to begin with.

  “I don’t need both spots, I just need one,” she argued. “But your truck is taking up half the parking lot.”

  “That’s a pretty gross exaggeration,” I scoffed, stifling my laughter as I continued toward the entrance of the diner. I turned to find her scowling at me and held up two fingers as I mouthed the words, “Two minutes.”

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head. “Because obviously your time is more valuable than everyone else here.”

  I let that comment slide. Maybe she was also in a hurry to get to some big life event, like a friend of hers having a baby.

  How the hell was I supposed to know?

  I seemed to doubt it. And in this case, yes, my time was more valuable. I needed to get to Alice, and my flight would leave without me if I didn’t get there in time.

  If it were a different day, I’d gladly give her my parking spot.

  But hell, not today.

  I opened the door to the diner, and right away, I knew it would be longer than two minutes. I felt bad for lying to the girl, but I couldn’t help it. The place was packed, and the owner - Felicity - was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. Sweat ran down her face as she ran from the cash register to the people sitting at the counter and then back to the kitchen. She saw me and offered a friendly, but tired, smile.

  “Short staffed today?” I asked.

  “You bet we are. Our hostess and one of our waitresses called out sick,” she groaned, rushing past me to the counter. She dropped off three plates of pancakes and eggs to a few older patrons, and then ran back to the kitchen again.

  I stuffed my hands in my pockets and waited in line like everyone else. The door to the diner opened, and a voice piped up from behind me.

  “Two minutes, my ass,” the woman from the parking lot muttered. “Luckily someone else left, or I’d still be out in the sweltering heat waiting on you.”

  “I didn’t know it’d be this busy,” I said, shrugging. “I just need to take care of some business with the owner.”

  “You didn’t know the most popular diner in all of Liberty would be packed on a Sunday morning? Right before church?” the woman asked. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

  I turned to face her, and even though she was easily a foot shorter than me, she stood tall and put on her best intimidating look. I had to admit, if I’d been a lesser man, it might have made me take a step or two back.

  Her fierce sultry eyes met mine with a heat that was both terrifying and sexy as hell.

  I knew I had to back off.

  Not because I was afraid of the little lady, but because the more we bickered, the more attractive she became.

  And shit, I had no intention of dating anyone in this town.

  I had bigger concerns today. Getting into a petty little argument with a local was the last thing I needed. I needed to get in and out as quickly as possible. So I ignored the woman’s comment and flagged Felicity down as she made another run to the cash register.

  “Hey, can I have a second? I need to get going,” I said.

  The brunette rolled her eyes, getting hotter by the minute.

  Felicity stopped and wiped her hands on her apron. “Sure thing, darling. But I literally only have a second. I’m also the damn chef today.”

  Felicity took me to the side, and I explained I was heading out of town.

  She thanked me for letting her know but didn’t seem too worried about it and was grateful for Grant stepping in for me.

  I couldn’t blame her - there was a line out the door and panc
akes that needed to be flipped.

  I let her go and walked toward the exit. The brunette was still waiting to be seated.

  Then I did something I knew was asking for trouble.

  I winked at her and gave her a devilish grin as I walked past her and reached the door, all before she could roll her eyes once more.

  I pushed the door open and left the diner.

  A part of wished I’d gotten her number, but I quickly told that part to shut up. I wasn’t looking for a relationship.

  Summer had come to Utah, and it was hotter than a cup of Felicity’s famous coffee.

  Okay, so maybe I was a little bit of an ass, making her wait in her air-conditioned, electric-hybrid hippie car, but it wasn’t that serious.

  Reaching Alice, on the other hand, was serious.

  My insides twisted in knots as I climbed back into my truck and headed toward the airport.

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