Page 163 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“I don’t know. But I think it’s enough to question her.”

They all shared a look.

“If we could get hold of her,” Kent said with a scowl. “I’ve had enough of this. We need to do something.”

“What about the person that attacked you,” Hayes said to Corbin. “You’re thinking she hired him?”

“Maybe.” It made him sick to think that she’d hire someone to attack her own daughter. But perhaps he wasn’t supposed to harm Bebe. “Or perhaps it wasn’t related to the threats. Maybe just some crazy asshole. I could be wrong about this. But I thought I better bring it up.”

Kent nodded grimly. “The only issue is how do we know for sure? We need to make her confess.”

“You going to tell Bebe about this?” Hayes asked.

He winced. “I’d rather not until we have proof.”

“We might need to tell her in order to get that proof,” Kent said. “Because I am out of ideas about how to get them to take my calls. It seems like I need to send up a fucking flare.”

“I can think of one way to get their attention,” Hayes said grimly. “We tell the press about the attack on Bebe.”

“We can’t do that! Bebe will hate that.” It could send her into doing something crazy.”

“Hear me out.” Hayes held up a hand. “We don’t actually do it. We just send a heads up to their publicist or assistant or whoever.”

Kent looked thoughtful as he nodded. “That could work. If we have Bebe’s permission.”

Corbin sighed. “Fine. I’ll . . . talk to her tomorrow about it. She’s been sleeping better, and I want her to have another good night before I bring her world crashing down on her.”

And he had a few surprises for her this afternoon that he didn’t want to ruin with this fucking bullshit.

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“Come on, baby. Let’s go.”

Bebe dropped her chocolate milk on the floor.

“Kent said I could help myself!” she cried.

“Easy, baby,” he soothed. “It’s fine.”

She put her hand on her chest. “You gave me a fright. I’ve been doing my hand exercises. Really!”

Corbin eyed her, unsure she was telling the truth, but decided to let it slide at the moment. He picked up the carton of milk, which hadn’t been opened, thankfully, and set it on the table.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing, darling girl. I thought you might want to leave early.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. His poor girl, she really was bored. “Come on.” He held out his hand, taking her hand gently. He hated that she was left with a reminder of what that bastard had done to her.

“Doc called me just before,” she said as they walked toward their home.

“He did? What did he say?” And why hadn’t he messaged Corbin first?

“My vitamin levels are a bit low, so I have to take some vitamins. He said he’s gonna send over some yummy gummy ones for me to take. And my iron is borderline.”

“So, looks like we’re having a spinach salad with dinner tonight.”

“Nuh-uh, you can’t ruin a great dinner like spag bol with spinach, Daddy!”

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