Page 11 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

He hung up before she could argue or question him, then called into the security center. There would be a couple of guys there.

“It’s Zeke. Speak.”

Shit. Zeke and Eden were like oil and water. They fought all the time. But he trusted Zeke almost as much as he did his brother. “Zeke, it’s Kent. Need a favor.”

“Shoot.”

“Charlie had a nightmare. She’s sleeping now, but I don’t want to leave her.”

“Right. What do you need doing?”

“Eden’s at the diner in town, can you go pick her up?” he asked.

There was silence on the other end. “You want me to go?”

“Yes, Zeke, that’s why I asked. I know you two don’t get along and she’s likely to hiss and roar at you, but I also trust you with her safety.”

“She’s in trouble?” Zeke’s voice quickly changed. Became deeper. More deadly. Kent long suspected that he had feelings for Eden, but he wasn’t sure how deep they ran. Or if he ever intended to act on them.

“She says not, but she sounded funny.”

“I’m going. I’ll get there as quickly as possible.”

“Thanks,” Kent said tiredly. “I appreciate it. I’ll get Charlie to bed and wait up for you.”

6

Charlie danced around the kitchen as she put together some sandwiches. She put one on her plate and four on Kent’s. Boy, that man could eat. She hummed as she made her way to Clint’s study, where Kent had decided to work from today.

“Someone’s happy, I wonder why?” Kent teased as she brought his lunch to him. He usually worked through lunch. He’d worked all Saturday too. On Sunday, he’d taken her and Eden out for breakfast in town, though. It had been a relief to get out of the house. She’d been going stir crazy.

Eden had been acting a bit strangely, though. Something was going on, but she wasn’t saying anything. Charlie knew that Zeke had picked her up Friday night, so she figured that was the problem. When were those two going to figure out that they were attracted to each other?

She sat on the sofa and put her sandwich on the coffee table, picking up her puzzle book. The first day of being grounded, Kent had made her write lines. Followed by an essay explaining why she shouldn’t wander off on her own. That had sucked big time.

But yesterday, he’d produced some new coloring books and a couple of puzzle books. She’d been a bit embarrassed until he’d pointed out that lots of adults found coloring in therapeutic.

“Make sure you eat that sandwich,” Kent warned.

She sighed, but reached for the sandwich. Jeez, if she’d thought he wouldn’t keep as close an eye on her as Clint, she’d been very mistaken.

A door slammed shut. “I’m home,” a deep voice boomed.

“Clint!” she squealed and raced out of the room.

“No running in the house!” Kent called out behind her. She ignored him and raced down the passage, leaping at Clint as he walked out of the kitchen.

He looked tired, but he still caught her as she threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on tight.

“Whoa, there, hey, little darling.” He patted her back, placing one hand under her ass to hold her against him.

She leaned back and peppered his face with kisses. He started to laugh.

“Now, that’s a greeting,” Kent said from behind her, but she ignored him. Clint placed a hand around the nape of her neck, holding her still as he took her mouth in a full, deep kiss. His tongue slid between her lips to tease. Her body reacted immediately and she pressed her pussy against his stomach, rubbing up and down.

“And that would be my cue to leave,” Kent said dryly.

Clint pulled back from their kiss, patting her bottom as she let out a low murmur of protest. “Wait, brother. Are you sticking around? Need to talk to you.”

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