Page 7 of Daddy's Little Cowgirl

“Girls, let her talk.”

“It’s just I’ve not found the place I’m supposed to be or doing the things I’m actually good at. Everyone rejects me. I don’t belong anywhere. I’ve been looking for the place where I belong, and I’ll keep doing that until I find it. You don’t have to worry.”

Ridge almost snorted. He’d known the woman less than an hour and had yet to talk to her, but his male instinct was determined to keep her safe. He just didn’t know how to do it.

Chapter Four

Now, all six girls were crying.

Darian looked at the men and rolled his eyes, sighed, and turned back.

“All right, Ellie, this is what’s going to happen. You’ll move in here…”

“No!”

The men’s eyebrows rose at her shout, and the girls looked shocked.

“Do you want to explain yourself, honey?”

“I’m sorry I yelled. I won’t take advantage of my friends. You are all I have. I can figure things out. I’m a big girl.”

Gage stood. “Don’t you think friends should help friends?”

“Um … well, yeah, on little things.”

“But what if your friends are sad because you won’t let them?” Gage asked.

Ridge watched the expression on her face. She was so open and couldn’t hide anything from them, and it was refreshing. He was starting to see the appeal of having a little. It’s like the men became their whole world, and they did whatever they could to please them.

Ellie shook her head. “I just don’t want to take a chance that you’d get sick of me.”

“That would never happen,” the girls exclaimed.

Now, all six of them were in a circle, talking to each other. A few were even yelling.

Ridge grinned when he saw Darian pinch the bridge of his nose and the other two scowl.

Kaleb whistled, getting their attention.

Darian nodded at him. “Thank you.”

Kaleb grunted.

“How about this, Ellie? Tell me the things you’re good at and enjoy doing?”

“I like taking care of people. I like to bake, and people seem to like my brownies.”

The girls nodded. “They are delicious,” Aleena said.

“Um, I like animals, but I’ve never had one, so I don’t know if I could take care of one. I like house things…”

“What’s that?” Gage asked.

“You know, it’s like keeping things neat and organized.” She shrugged. “I know it’s old-fashioned, but I’ve never wanted to have a career.”

The more she talked, the more he liked the idea of taking her home with him.

“Okay,” Darian said. “What jobs have you had?”

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