Page 66 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

"Yes," Oliver replied.

Leo disappeared to go get their ice cream. Hedda looked around the ice cream shop. The cupcake place, Heavenly Baked, where Charlotte worked was around the corner. She didn't know Charlotte, but the twins had talked about her and her Daddy. Monroe had also said she invited Hedda to a couple play dates with some other Littles.

She was thankful they weren't going there, and she hoped they wouldn't see anyone here that the twins would know. She didn't want to get introduced to anyone. Not when it wasn't solidified if she was staying with them or not.

Well, if she wanted to stay with them. They still didn'tknow about her killing Richard. She didn't deserve them, and they didn't want a murderer as their Middle. Who wanted a murderer?

No one.

Hedda's eyes looked around, watching everyone who walked and sat down. She needed to make sure no one was working for Richard. Though, she didn't know what Richard's guys looked like.

When she killed Richard, that was the first time she had seen him. How was she supposed to know what his men looked like?

Maybe they would be looking at her. Or following them around. She didn't know and it was worrying her.

"You're okay," Oliver said as he grabbed her hand.

She never would have guessed that both of them liked physical contact. But the past several days they have been trying to have some sort of physical contact whenever they were close to her.

Hedda didn't know what to think about it. She was happy but, at the same time, it worried her. It was like they knew that the more they touched her, the harder it was going to be for her to leave them in the end.

"You're safe. Leo and I have been watching and no one is here that we don't know," Oliver said. "All these people are locals."

That should have made her feel better, but it didn't. Did Richard have men that lived in Springfield, Missouri?

"Here is your cup of Oreo ice cream," Leo said as he placed it right in front of her.

She looked down and couldn't help but smile. She loved Oreo ice cream and could probably eat her weight in it.

"Go on," Leo said. "Eat up before it melts."

She picked up the cup and slowly started to eat it. Closing her eyes, she relished the flavor in her mouth. Absolutely delicious.

Hedda continued to eat her ice cream, looking up at Oliver and Leo every once in a while.

Maybe they were right.

Maybe she was okay out here. Nothing has happened so far. They were keeping watch and, every once in a while, she looked out and made sure no one was out there.

"Does it taste good?" Oliver asked.

She nodded her head and looked up. Both of them were smiling up at her. Maybe this is what she could have had before she killed Richard.

Hedda set down her cup for a second, giving her hand a couple of seconds away from the cold. Her hands were always cold and holding the cup of ice cream wasn't helping anything.

She let out a content sigh and looked off to her right, but stopped everything.

Shit.

Hedda held her breath as she stared at a person. Was that Richaard? She blinked several times and rubbed her eyes. They have to be playing jokes on her. He was dead. She killed him.

But as Hedda opened her eyes and looked back, Richard was still there. And he was giving her a wicked smile.

Her heart rate picked up and her hands shook. it wasn't possible. He was dead.

"Hedda?" Leo asked but she didn't look away.

She couldn't. It was impossible for him to be standing there.

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