Page 125 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

She was just a bit bruised.

Everything was going to be okay.

After that pep talk, he calmly walked back in and sat next to her. Hatter sat on the floor, whimpering pathetically.

“Oh, Hatter, I’m all right,” she told the dog. “I think I scared him.”

“Yeah? He’s not the only one you scared. When I saw the bike lying there like that . . .”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She groaned as he wiped her back.

“Sorry, baby girl. I’d give you some painkillers, but I’d rather wait until Hack checks you over.”

Despite his nickname, Hack was a good doctor, and he trusted him. This was probably a better idea than the emergency room. If he’d had to sit and wait for her to get seen, he’d likely have lost his mind.

“It’s okay. I’m really sorry.” She sniffled. “I wrecked the bike, didn’t I?”

“The bike doesn’t matter.”

“But it does.”

He frowned. Why was she this upset about the bike? She seemed to be fixated on it. Was it because the Fox had given it to her? He definitely had mixed feelings about that asshole. He was constantly interfering in their lives and yet . . . he’d betrayed Markovich.

Or had he?

He didn’t know. What he did know was that he didn’t want Sunny wasting any time worrying about that bastard.

“If you’re worried about the Fox getting upset, I won’t let him near you,” Duke promised.

“What? No! I’m not concerned about that. He’d never hurt me.”

Yeah, Duke wasn’t so trusting.

“It’s not that . . . I was going to sell it.”

She was? That was news to him. Not unwelcome news, but he wondered why she was going to sell it now? Unless . . .

He crouched down, so they were eye-level and gave her a stern look. “Little Rebel, we have plenty of money to pay for the wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh no! That wasn’t it. I know we have the wedding covered. It was just . . . crap . . . I need to tell you something.”

He didn’t like how worried she sounded.

“You’ve been keeping something from me?”

“What? No. I haven’t, I promise. I got a call while you were out and I . . . I need to tell you about it.” She shifted around on the bed, wincing in discomfort.

“Easy, baby girl. Just lie still.”

“I want to sit up. I’m thirsty and I want Moody.”

“I think you’re better off lying down. But here’s Moody.” He reached over her to grab her monkey. “I’ll go get you a drink. I want you to stay lying down, though.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He moved into the kitchen to grab her sippy cup. He filled it with water. Walking back in, he noticed she had her eyes closed.

Shit!

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