Page 102 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“A job is great,” Lincoln says, hugging me tight.

Caleb adds, “And you look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” I say primly, stepping back to give them a little curtsy. “And thank you for the dress.”

“You’re welcome,” Caleb says, kissing my cheek.

Over my shoulder, I say, “Bye, Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.”

“But your curfew is midnight,” he says with a frown. Before I can freak out, he laughs. “Have a nice time, you three. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Dad.” I blow him an air-kiss and walk to Lincoln’s car, Caleb’s hand warm on my elbow.

“So, tell us about the job,” Caleb says as he settles himself into the back seat so I can sit in front with Lincoln.

I recount the basic details of Sammie Starr’s large backlist of titles awaiting translation, and how she isn’t in a rush so I can work at my own pace.

“There’s a salacious aspect as well,” I say.

“Really?” Lincoln asks, perking up at the word salacious. Such a guy.

“Yeah. She writes erotic romance.”

“Does she?” Caleb says. “Let’s see one of her books, then.”

I purse my lips. “Oh. Um, I was going to look through them later.”

“You can look now, Evie,” Lincoln says. “We’d like to know, too.”

“But we don’t want to do that. I mean, tonight’s not about work, right?” I say. “We’re going dancing, we should have fun instead of looking at boring old books.”

Caleb snorts. “Nothing boring about these titles.”

I turn around to see him on his phone, his green eyes reflecting the screen.

He reads, “My Father’s Best Friend. Her Passionate Professors. The Brat and the Bodyguard. Crushing on My Bestie’s Dad. I could go on. She’s rather prolific, this author.”

My face gets hot. These guys are going to embarrass me every time I sit down to work.

“Which one should I buy?” Caleb asks. “They all look so good. Oh, here’s one about a princess and her bodyguards, that sounds fun. Their Sweet Princess. Let’s see…a couple of clicks, and yep, here we go. This book is mine now.”

“Caleb,” I say, “we don’t have to read that. I don’t want you guys to make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun, doll, I promise.”

And then he starts reading.

I thought his body was sexy…but his voice is just as hot. He takes us through the set-up of the story—a rebellious princess who keeps trying to shake her security detail. And the two stern, protective bodyguards who are determined to keep her in line.

Lincoln holds the wheel with one hand and rests his other hand on my bare knee. Caleb reaches from behind me and toys with the chain of my necklace while he reads. I close my eyes, losing myself in the story.

She frowned up at Kellan, at his huge, imposing figure and those dark eyes full of heat and danger. He didn’t scare her. Well, maybe he did a little. But she wouldn’t let him, or anyone, stop her from going out. ‘You aren’t my boss—I’m your boss. And if I want to go to this party?—’

Kellan replied, ‘Don’t make me spank you, little girl. I’m in charge of your safety and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you let us protect you.’

‘I’d like to see you try,’ she said, whirling around.

Strong arms banded around her waist. She could feel his heartbeat against her back, and…what was that hard length against her thigh? Was that his…

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