Page 207 of Daddy's Wild Girl

That was if Santa liked her. She still wasn’t entirely convinced he would.

“Hey.” Corbin cupped her cheeks between his hands. “Santa will love you.”

“But what if he thinks I’ve been a bad girl . . . you know, because of Sebastian?”

True to Ed’s word, there had been no repercussions for her.

Well, except for the nightmares and some PTSD.

“That wasn’t your fault, and of course, Santa doesn’t blame you. If he does, I’ll take care of it.”

“Hey, you can’t ruin Santa’s life like you’re doing to the asshole’s.”

Apparently, he’d just lost his job and his car had been repossessed. And Corbin had plans for his house, too.

She should possibly feel bad.

But she really, really didn’t.

Perhaps Santa really would bring her coal for her stocking. Which was hanging up on the mantel.

Their new cabin wouldn’t be ready for a while. Bebe was banned from doing any work on it until her foot was all better which was going to take some time.

Maybe she could ask Santa for a new foot?

Fifteen minutes later,Corbin carried her on his hip into Clint’s living room. She’d be embarrassed if Ellie wasn’t being carried the same way ahead of them on Bear’s hip.

Bear looked intimidating but she’d learned that he was actually a big softie.

As they walked in, everyone called out greetings. It would have been extremely overwhelming if she hadn’t gotten to know everywhere over these last few weeks. She greeted them shyly, before burying her face against Corbin’s neck.

When it was her turn to see Santa, she wouldn’t let go of Corbin. She didn’t know where Clint was, she hadn’t seen him or Annabel yet, which was kind of weird.

“Oh, ho, ho, a shy Little girl. It’s okay, Little one,” Santa told her. “Your Daddy can sit with us.”

Corbin sat on the sofa next to Santa with her on his lap.

“Have you got a wishlist for me?” Santa boomed.

She held it out, sneaking a peek at him. He was a good-looking Santa. A bit tired looking, but she guessed that was understandable at this time of year.

And whoa, that was a weird way to think about Santa.

“Well, this is a short and interesting list. I think we can handle the first few. But that last one . . . well, I think your Daddy might not like it if Santa brought you a snowmobile.”

“Daddy would not,” Corbin said firmly.

Well. Bummer.

Her bottom lip dropped into a pout.

“But maybe if Daddy was driving it, then it would be okay,” Corbin whispered to her.

She smiled.

“Ahh, I see that for Christmas, you got yourself a Daddy who will do anything for you,” Santa said. “That’s good, because you deserve a Happy-Ever-After, Little girl.”

“Thanks, Santa.”

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