A Peek at Rowan’s Lost Backpack
A Peek at Rowan’s Lost Backpack
Rowan lost his backpack and found his new daddy.
I don’t exactly hide who I am. I don’t announce it either.
Which is how I end up at Chained with the backpack. Instead of seeing the adorable clothes and favorite stuffie I’d packed for my night in the little room with friends, I’m staring at a laptop, three neckties, and a leather portfolio.
I didn’t just lose my backpack. I stole someone’s work bag.
I’m in so much trouble.
It takes me all night to work up the courage to call the number I find inside. I get voice mail and manage to spit out what happened.
The next morning, a text bings with a meet-up address, one of the most powerful law firms in the city.
I don’t put it together until I’m standing in a huge corner office, looking up at the hottest daddy I’ve ever seen.
He has my backpack, too, and from the smile on his face, he knows exactly what the items inside mean.