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in here!” I shouted.

“What?” Naomi asked, running up to me. She stuck her head in the fridge, and I motioned for Naomi to run. She moved quiet and sneaky, and got out of the door while Naomi checked out the contents of the fridge.

“Oh! Is that Orange Juice! I love it!” Naomi shouted.

I grabbed some eggs, bacon, and—of course—orange juice. Before I’d become a billionaire, I’d had a modest upbringing. My parents had always worked late, and I’d often had to cook for my younger siblings. Eggs were always a nice go-to, and who didn’t like bacon?

“Bacon and eggs,” I said to Naomi, “do you love that too?”

“Maybe,” she said skeptically.

“Does the orange juice have no icky stuff in it?”

I looked at the sticker. It said “Lots of Pulp.”

I frowned at her. “It’s got icky stuff in it. But you know that ‘icky stuff’ is actually pieces of orange. You love eating orange—”

“No!” she yelled.

“Alright,” I said, “you want milk?”

“Is it water milk?”

I checked and sighed relief that it was whole milk. “Nope, it’s the good stuff.”

I started cooking. I cooked the bacon low and slow, and then, once it was done, I reserved a bit of the fat from the bacon to cook the eggs in. I did them sunnyside down for Lacey and me, and scrambled for Naomi.

Just as I was finishing, Lacey came inside. She was holding one single banana.

Naomi ran up to Lacey. She threw her arms around her and said, “Good morning, Miss Lacey Larsen.”

“Good morning, Miss Naomi Black,” Lacey said. “And Mr. Black.”

I grinned at her. “I’m making bacon and eggs. You hungry?”

“I’m starving,” she said, shooting me a knowing look.

Yeah, she had definitely worked up an appetite last night.

“Well,” I said, “we can split this banana into three pieces.”

I took it out of her hand, and she scowled at me and whispered, “I don’t like stealing stuff. Okay?”

I wanted to grab her and kiss her, but Naomi was watching. Lacey was wearing a white t-shirt that just said “Gucci” on it, and some high-waisted jeans that really hugged her ass just right. Her hair was a mess. I hadn’t given her time to take a shower. She still smelled like me, and like sex.

“You smell good,” I whispered to her.

We all sat down to eat.

“Miss Lacey Larsen,” Naomi said, “did you and Daddy have a lotta lotta fun last night?”

Lacey spit out her drink. Well, only part of it, it looked like she managed to seal her lips back together before it all shot out. She’d also managed to spit the juice back into her glass.

“We did,” I said quickly. “She helped me with some work stuff, then we just played around a little bit.”

Lacey’s face turned red, and she looked straight down, not meeting my eyes.

“What did you play?” Naomi asked. “Marco Polo?”

“Just grownup stuff,” I said, taking a bite of my bacon.

“Can I play with her today?” Naomi asked.

Lacey swallowed her orange juice and nodded enthusiastically. “Of course you can. We’re going to play a lot together today.”

When we finished eating, I played with Naomi while Lacey took a shower. When she was done, we all got our stuff together for the pool.

Lacey was wearing a sundress, but I could see the straps from the bathing suit she’d worn last night beneath the dress.

Getting Naomi ready for swimming was an ordeal. We had her water wings, her sunblock, and a whole bucket full of toys that she had to have with her when she played in the water.

“You can really just swim today?” Lacey asked me. “It’s my job to watch her. If you need to work.”

“I have a lunch meeting,” I said, “but I can take the morning off.”

We headed to the pool with the waterslides. It wasn’t exactly like a full-sized waterpark. It was quite far from that. It was mostly just a big pool, but it did have two pretty impressive waterslides. One was the kind that just went straight down, rocketing you really fast. The other was a more meandering one that was completely enclosed like a tube. You rode the second slide on big, inflatable rafts. This was the one Naomi could actually ride on.

She was hopping up and down when she saw the slide, and she all but tore her clothes off to get down to her bathing suit.

“Slow down,” I told her, helping her get her shorts off.

Lacey held her toys while I fought the feisty little 4-year-old, trying to keep her in place