Page 138 of Daddy's Wild Girl

She glanced over at Hayes, but he was still on the phone, so he gave her a thumbs up. She guessed that meant this guy was safe?

Even if he didn’t feel like it.

“Are you a nanny? Did they hire me a freaking nanny? I don’t need one. Shoo! Be gone with you!” He waved one hand at her.

Be gone with you?

And why did he think she was a nanny?

Maybe because he looks like he desperately needs the help.

Who werethey, though?

“I can take care of Annabel and Charlie. I don’t need anyone else.”

Ooh. Her brain was slow today. This had to be Clint.

Well, of course it was. It was his house.

It was just that he seemed a bit more . . . wilder than she’d been imagining.

Had Corbin mentioned a baby? She couldn’t remember if he had.

“I’m Bebe.”

“You’re a baby?” He narrowed his gaze at her, stepping closer. She should feel intimidated. He was a big guy with a fierce scowl. But for some reason, she just wasn’t. “A baby whisperer? Well, be gone! I don’t need your kind here.”

“My kind? What does that mean? My kind?” She was so confused. And a bit worried about his state.

She glanced over at Hayes again, but he was still talking, although he sent her a wink.

What the heck did that mean?

He was being a terrible bodyguard, and she was going to tell him that as soon as he got off his call.

“Baby carers. I can take care of my own baby. Don’t need any help. Don’t know why everyone thinks I do. I’ve got this,” he muttered.

Okay, someone had to help this poor guy.

“I’m sure you do have it. I’m sure you’re doing an excellent job,” she said soothingly. “I’m not here to do anything with the baby.”

“You’re not taking my baby.” He placed a large hand over the baby’s back. Oh, that was sweet. She loved how protective he was.

“I would never try to take your baby. I swear.” She stared up at him earnestly.

He ran his gaze over her. “Can’t trust anyone these days. They all say what they think you want to hear and then they try to take your baby.”

“Who tried to take your baby?” she asked, horrified. “Tell me who it was!”

Who would dare to touch a baby?

He tilted his head, studying her. And for the first time, she thought he really saw her. “And what would you do?”

“I’d teach them a lesson.” She curled her hands into fists.

“Huh. Not much those puny arms of yours could do.”

“I resent that! I can swing a bat, you know.”

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