Page 144 of Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“Feeling much better. I think I’ll be up and moving around tomorrow. We need to get started on the pre-wedding photos.”

“They can wait, Uncle Willy.”

He watched her with shrewd eyes as she moved closer. “Fussing over nothing, hmm? You can’t kid a kidder, my dear. You’ve been doing too much.”

“Hardly. I am all good. Now, what do you need?”

“You’re worried about me because I had a fall. Only, I don’t remember what happened.”

She walked over and sat on the bed facing him. She lowered herself gingerly. Okay, maybe the more time she spent on her hip, the more painful it became.

“You don’t know why you got up during the night?” she asked.

“Perhaps I wanted a drink of water. I had been drinking with Isobelle and Frost, then I came home and went to bed. When I woke up, I was in the hospital.”

Crap.

She wanted to lecture him on drinking with the medication he was on. But it was too late now.

“Don’t give me that look, my dear. I know it was ill-advised.” He patted her hand. “Are you all right? Is looking after me becoming too much?”

“Never, Uncle Willy.” She took hold of his hand. “I love you. You’re one of my favorite people in the world. The only family who has ever accepted me. You took me in when I needed you most.”

“That’s what family is for. And you are never obligated to me. Understand? I want you to live your life and not be tied to an old chap.”

“I’m not,” she said fiercely. “And you’re not old.”

“You’re right. I’m not. I’m in the best years of my life.”

She grinned.

“Although your mother thinks differently.”

“Has she been texting you?” Maggie asked worriedly. She needed to text her mother back. She’d been putting it off and that never went well.

She reached for her hair to tug on it.

No, Maggie.

“Please, I blocked her ages ago.” He ran his hand through the air.

“You know how to block someone?” she asked, shocked.

“Not hard to work out how to hit delete.”

She giggled. “Oh my God! She told me that you stopped answering her texts. I thought you were just ignoring her.”

“Really, it’s the only way to deal with Heather,” he muttered. “Don’t let them get to you, dear. You’re bloody brilliant. Talented. Smart.”

Sure she was.

That’s why she was so lost.

“Thanks, Uncle Willy. I love you.”

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too. But you need to start living. Give me some grandbabies.”

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