Page 50 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

He rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t a game. What have you forgotten to do before going exploring?”

Hmm. What did she forget? She grinned. She had it!

“To give you a kiss.” She bent over, placed her hands on his shoulders and smacked her lips down on his cheek. “There you are, Daddy!”

“Well, thank you. I’ll always take your kisses. However, I was talking about your gloves and hat.”

“Oh. Right. I knew that.”

“And I want you to drink some more water too, please.”

She sighed but took a few more sips. Luckily, she didn’t need to pee. Yet. Macca stood and helped her with her gloves then placed her hat on her head. He gave her a sharp slap on the ass. “Off you go, sweet pea. But stay where I can see you.”

She wandered off towards the creek. This was so exciting. Hmm, she wondered if she could find any skipping stones. She looked back towards where Macca was packing up the picnic. She should probably help him.

“Do you need my help, Daddy?”

“I’m okay, sweet pea. But thanks for asking.”

With that taken care of, she turned back to find the perfect skipping stone. She found one and picked it up, letting it fly across the water. Huh. That one didn’t work too well. She was too far away from the water. She moved further along the bank, not watching to make certain she wasn’t going too far.

There! The perfect stone was just calling to her. Glistening from under the water. She quickly sat down and pulled off her boots and socks. She didn’t want to get her new boots all wet. She stepped into the water. Woah, Macca was right. It was freezing.

She moved further out into the water, paying no attention to anything else. Including the man calling out her name.

“Gigi! What are you doing?”

The sudden shout had her turning. Her foot slipped on a stone and she only had a moment to take in Macca’s shocked face as she lost her balance and landed on her bottom in the creek. She’d thrust her hands out first and now her gloves were completely saturated, along with her jeans and the bottom of her jacket.

“Gigi!”

“I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Soaking wet and chilled, but she hadn’t hurt herself. Macca strode right into the water, not worried about getting his boots wet. He plucked her up into the air.

“Daddy, you’ll get all wet!” Already her teeth were chattering. Where had the sun gone? She looked up into the sky, noticing the dark clouds gathering. Uh-oh. Maybe she should have listened to Macca when he’d said he wanted to leave straight away.

“You should have listened to me about a lot of things,” he growled at her, setting her on her feet back in the picnic area.

Whoops. Seemed she’d said that out loud.

“Like when I told you not to wander out of my sight or get close to the creek. Instead, you decided to walk into the water. You disobeyed me, little girl.”

“I’m sorry. Guess I’m riding back to the ranch in wet clothes.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your hot ass will keep you warm.”

Uh-oh.

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Damn it.

He knew he shouldn’t have let her go exploring on her own. And now she was standing here, trembling with cold and he didn’t even have a new set of clothes for her. He quickly pulled off her soaking wet gloves and jacket. Shit. If he’d brought a jacket for himself, he’d have had one to put on her.

“We need to get these jeans off as well,” he muttered.

“But I don’t have any other clothes to put on.”

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