Page 41 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Oh.”

Wait.

“Are you upset because you thought I was injured? You were . . . you were worried about me?”

Well, of course he was, idiot.

He’s in charge of your safety.

“You needn’t have been. I’ve been taking lessons for a while. And I’m sure that my father won’t hold it against you if I injure myself doing something I choose to do.”

He frowned down at her. “First of all, yes, your father will hold me accountable if you hurt yourself on my watch.”

Why?

It’s not like he ever cared if she hurt herself while a nanny was taking care of her.

But she didn’t say that out loud. She didn’t want to sound like she was feeling sorry for herself.

Poor little rich girl.

All that money and privilege and she still finds something to moan about.

Pathetic.

She took a slow,deep breath, fighting off the voices.

“Second, yes, I was worried about you. You sound so shocked by that. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I definitely don’t want to see you injured or in pain. And that isn’t because it’s my job.”

Wow.

Okay, wow.

“I, um, I didn’t hurt myself. But I’m sorry I worried you.”

He eyed her for a long moment. “I don’t think you should take lessons from a pimply faced, smelly, lice-ridden teenage boy. He doesn’t seem to know what he’s talking about or care that you were hurt.”

“Lice-ridden?” she squealed, ignoring the rest. “He had head lice? Oh my God.” She slapped at her hair as though she could feel the lice creeping through the strands.

This was terrible.

“That’s the part that upsets you?” he asked incredulously. “The head lice?”

“Head lice is very upsetting!” she cried. Reaching for his arm, she grabbed it and started to drag him along the street. “We need to get the car and go to the pharmacy. Now!”

He sighed. “Bebe, I don’t know if he had head lice.”

“What?”

“He was scratching his head, but it probably wasn’t lice.”

“Then why would you say that?” she wailed. Was he trying to give her a heart attack?

She couldn’t believe he would do that.

Corbin just shook his head and wrapped his arm around her. “Let’s get you home and in a bath. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. Maybe it will stop you from doing anything else crazy for a while.”

Yeah.

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