The Beta's Blind Date
Reid muses, still smiling down at her.
“With you as her father? It would be a crime if she didn’t.”
“What kind do you think will be her favorite?”
“All of them,” I say.
“Except cookies with raisins,” he says, wrinkling his nose and gagging. “Whoever came up with that idea needs to be fined.”
I laugh at him and shake my head, a yawn forcing its way out of my mouth. My body collapses back against the pillows again and I cover my mouth as the yawn extends and widens, scrunching up my cheeks, nose, and eyes.