Page 123 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

What the hell?

Suddenly, he realized what bike it was. Hard to miss the pink paint treatment and rhinestones.

Turning off his bike, he hit the kickstand and climbed off, racing into the garage.

“Sunny!”

“Here.”

He was barely able to hear her pained, quiet voice over the noise of the bike.

Then he spotted her lying on her back on the floor with Hatter standing over her, his tail down.

Duke raced over to her, falling to his knees with a thump. “What happened? Where does it hurt? Fuck. I’ll call an ambulance.” Where was his damn phone? Why couldn’t he think properly?

“No, no,” she said hastily, reaching one hand toward him. “I’m all right. Just had the wind knocked out of me.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Just a little bang. It’s made of concrete anyway.” She attempted a smile. But he wasn’t in the mood.

“Are you sure? How many fingers am I holding up?” He held up three.

“Um, twenty-four?”

“Sunny, this isn’t the time to joke.”

“Sorry,” she said hoarsely. “Three. I’m really okay. Just a bit bruised, I think. Is this . . . is the bike all right?”

“Don’t give a fuck about the bike. All I care about is you.”

“You just said fuck.” She gaped up at him.

Duke had been trying hard not to swear around Sunny, but if there was ever a time to swear . . .

“Because you just fell off your bike and likely hit your head. Are you sure nothing hurts?”

“My whole body hurts,” she grumbled. “But I’m pretty sure nothing is broken. Help me up?”

Fuck. What if he moved her and she was really hurt?

“Can you feel your fingers and toes?”

She frowned slightly. “Yep. Can wiggle all of them too. I’m really fine.”

“All right. I’m going to sit you up slowly. If anything hurts, tell me.”

“I will.”

He helped her sit, watching her closely. She gave him a huge, fake smile. “See? All good.”

“No, baby girl,” he said seriously. “Everything is not all good.” He felt behind her head to see if there was a lump.

Fuck. There was a bump, and she winced as he prodded at it.

“Ouch, Daddy.”

“I know,” he said soothingly. “Just want to check. Does your back hurt?”

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