Then he repeated, “She’s no’ getting a dog.”
Elle’s head twisted back to face him. “But she wants a dog.”
“She wants a horse, a trip to Harrods and to be a princess too.”
He watched as Elle’s eyes drifted over his shoulder and she whispered, “I could do that.”
And she could.
Christ, he was f**ked.
His arm gave her a squeeze as his voice gave her a warning, “Elle –”
Her eyes came back to his. “All except the princess part.”
“You aren’t buying her a horse.”
“Okay,” she relented. “Maybe not the horse. You live on a cliff. Horses don’t do cliffs.” Her eyes went unfocused and she finished on a mutter, “I don’t think.” Then she turned to Annie again and called, “Hey Annie, do horses do cliffs?”
Annie was cuddling against Dougal watching Prentice and Elle but, at Elle’s question, her eyes slid to the side as if contemplating this question.
Then she looked back at Elle and answered, “Nope.”
Elle turned to Prentice and declared, “Okay. The horse idea is out.”
Prentice wanted to laugh. He really did. However there were more pressing things to attend to.
“You aren’t taking her to Harrods either,” he stated.
“Why not?”
Prentice found he had no answer to that. He also found he liked the idea of Elle granting his daughter’s wish.
He liked it a great deal.
His hand, curled at her waist, drifted up her side, bringing her closer.
“All right, baby, you can take Sally to Harrods,” he said softly.
Her arms shot up in the air and she shouted, “Hurrah!”
Her exuberance was intoxicating, so much so he decided the night was over.
His other arm circled her and he brought her closer.
“Finish your drink, Elle,” he ordered.
Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, her head tipped to the side and she asked, “Why?”
“Because it’s time to go home.”
She rested her body against his, her br**sts pressed against his chest, her face close enough to kiss and she asked, “It is?”
God, she was cute.
“Definitely,” he said firmly.
Her eyes moved over his face then they warmed as her body relaxed into his.