Page 187 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“I think I want to look inside!” She bounced around, feeling so happy. “Let’s go, Daddy! Let’s go!”

Grabbing his hand, she tugged him into the cabin. As soon as she stepped in, she got the feeling of being home.

Bebe loved their small cabin, but this was . . . it was magical. Tall ceilings with wooden beams. Wooden floors that could use a sand and polish. A massive stone fireplace that just needed cleaning.

The kitchen definitely needed updating, but she could see where they could put an island. White marble countertops and navy cupboards.

Oh, it was amazing.

She went from room to room. There were three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The bathrooms needed an update as well, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.

When she walked into the third bedroom, she knew it would be perfect for her nursery.

Corbin walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “I thought that this would work as your nursery. A crib over in the corner. Wallpaper with a woodland scene with squirrels. A soft rug on the floor. Storage. Maybe a rocking chair so Daddy can feed you your bottle in it. Even a change table for when you wear diapers during your nap.”

They hadn’t gotten that far yet . . . but she could see it. She could see it all.

And she wanted it so badly.

Bebe turned to him. She could hardly believe her luck. “It’s really ours? Really? Truly?”

He picked her up and spun her around, and she put her hands up into the air, laughing excitedly.

“It’s really ours, precious girl. So, do you like your surprise?”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Daddy, this is the most amazing surprise in the world. And I’m the luckiest, most spoiled girl in the world to have you.”

“That’s good. Because I’m the luckiest Daddy in the world to have you.”

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“We need to get home soon,” Corbin told her.

Bebe turned with a pout. “Already?”

“Baby, we’ve spent all afternoon looking around Wishingbone. Snow is coming tonight. And we need to get home.”

“But can’t we go to The Wishing Well for one drink? Please?”

He gave her a stern look. “One drink.”

She smiled at him and skipped along the footpath.

Damn. He was in trouble. This girl had him wrapped around her pinky finger. There was very little that he wouldn’t do to make her smile.

But she deserved to be happy after the last few years she’d had. And that wasn’t even taking into account her life growing up. This past week, though, he’d noticed that she seemed a lot happier. As though cutting ties with her parents had relieved her of a burden.

And he was glad for it. She didn’t need such toxic people in her life.

They were headed to see his family in a couple of weeks. And he knew they would welcome her with open arms, even though she was nervous.

She didn’t have to be. He would never let anyone hurt her again. No matter who they were.

“Bebe! No skipping along the footpath,” he said. “You could slip.”

Turning, she rolled her eyes at him. “You’re such a worrywart, Daddy!”

“And you’re being very sassy, considering that I won’t hesitate to pop your butt right here, right now.”

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