Page 77 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

They’d settled into a routine. She’d play and watch T.V. in bed in the mornings while Clint worked in his office, with the baby monitor on to make sure she was behaving herself. They ate every meal together, with him watching her every bite.

Then after lunch, she’d take a nap. Her favorite time of the day came after she woke up. They’d play games or he’d help her color or they’d watch a movie. Then bath and bed. But she was starting to get restless now that she was feeling better.

Unfortunately, Doc and Clint continued to insist that she rest. So she was still stuck in this bed.

It sucked.

Sitting around doing nothing just wasn’t in her nature. Not even Doc’s entertainment box for sick Littles was interesting her anymore

She was feeling good now. And she wanted to know how the wedding plans were coming along. But Clint wouldn’t tell her.

Meanie.

Right now, though, Clint wasn’t around. She knew he had some phone calls to make in his office. She just needed to find her phone so she could text the reception place and perhaps the florist. And maybe the cake decorator.

At least she’d been allowed to have her dress fitting. Unfortunately, she had lost a bit of weight so it had to be taken in slightly, but the woman had told her it would be ready in time.

She started by searching the bedroom and wardrobe. Where could he have stashed it?

Too obvious, Charlie.

She stood and stepped out of the bedroom. Shoot. She turned back, remembering the baby monitor. She could ‘accidentally’ knock it over but that would just make him come fix it.

Same thing if she turned it off.

What about if she made it look like she was sleeping? It was a risk. She was going to be in trouble if he found out. But she just needed a few minutes to check the living room and kitchen. Without giving herself any more time to think, she quickly shoved a couple of pillows under the covers to make it look like she was sleeping.

Her bottom tingled, almost in warning.

She got it. This was a bad, bad idea.

But she was going insane here. There were five days to go until her wedding. They’d had to postpone her bridal shower until tomorrow evening. The spa attendant who had been going to do their nails and facials at the spa had agreed to come out to the ranch after she was finished work for the day, which was awfully nice of her.

She’d be sure to give her a big tip.

When Charlie thought the bed looked as good as it was going to get, she quickly made her way over to the bedroom door. She crossed her fingers, hoping that Clint wouldn’t storm up the stairs asking her what the hell she was doing. But as she eased the door open and leaned out, she didn’t hear a thing.

She paused at the top of the stairs.

What if her phone was in his office? Shoot. That would make the most sense. Drat. She was an idiot. She sighed. What should she do?

The sensible thing would be to go back to bed.

Maybe she’d check the kitchen anyway. There was a junk drawer there that he could have popped it into. She moved down the stairs slowly, listening for any creaks and made her way into the kitchen. She pulled open the drawer, searching around in it.

Drat. Not here.

With a sigh, she slid it shut.

“Didn’t find what you were looking for?”

With a squeal she turned, her hand going to her chest. “Clint! You scared me!”

He leaned against the doorway; his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing in the kitchen, Charlotte?”

“Umm.”

She attempted an innocent look, pressing her toe to the floor and twisting it around. She pushed out her bottom lip.

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