“So you’re lookin’ for some eye candy for the festival, huh?” Daddy kissed my neck, smirking against my skin.

I smiled to myself. “Yes, Sir.” Total lie. I had a plan. I just couldn’t clue Daddy in yet, because he would become the galaxy’s biggest party pooper.

“Who’s that?” He pointed to a photo.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Some guy.” I kept scrolling instead. Having studied Mr. Fender’s pictures a little too hard, I knew very well that the guy was likely The Boyfriend.

I’d actually started out thinking that Mr. Fender could be, as Daddy called it, some eye candy. But then I’d figured out that Anthony was most definitely gay, which had opened up the door to better ideas.

“So can I pick him as one of the winners?” I asked.

Daddy laughed under his breath and straightened in his seat. “Sure. But quit stalkin’ the man, little one. Let Clara contact the winners.”

I pouted. I wanted to contact him!

Daddy smacked a kiss to my pout. “I won’t tell you twice. We have a more important thing to discuss.”

Oh? What could be more important than finding someone to play with?

Daddy’s warm gaze softened, and he touched my cheek. “It’s been weeks since you regressed.”

Darn it. Of course he’d noticed. He’d hinted at it before, too.

I shrugged and set down the tablet. “You know how it is. That urge comes and goes as it pleases.”

It wasn’t technically a lie.

Not that Daddy cared about technicalities…

He sighed and slipped his hands under my arms, then grunted as he picked me up and positioned me on his lap.

I wasn’t ready for this talk. I didn’t wanna go there, not when I had a plan that could fix everything. It was a master plan. A genius plan. The beginning would hopefully include a certain New Yorker when he came down to Nashville next spring, and then…maybe once Daddy got a taste for adding a third for our playtime, he might open up to the possibility of finding someone to take that spot permanently.

Someone who fit right in. Someone who could complete our dynamic. Then Daddy wouldn’t feel lonely when I did regress.

“You have to talk to me, Camden.” Daddy brushed back some hair that’d gotten in my eyes. “You’re the happiest when you revert to my little baby boy, and I love seeing you so carefree and mischievous.”