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She hoped he didn’t bet anything on that.

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“Right, when we get inside, what are you going to do?” Corbin asked her as they approached the front door.

They’d just been to the grocery store.

Three days had passed since the skateboard incident and he still felt on edge. He’d been in a panic when he’d seen her go down and not get up.

What he felt toward her hadn’t abated while he’d been avoiding her.

In fact, it only seemed to grow worse with every day that passed.

At least after the skateboarding incident, she’d taken things easy for a day. Well, easy for her. She didn’t seem to stop much.

“Can’t you do it?” she asked him, pouting slightly.

Damn, that was cute.

It didn’t help that she was wearing her hair in two braids and had a pink velvet tracksuit on.

She looked adorable.

However, he couldn’t let that sway him. “Nope. You have to learn to do this yourself.”

“Are you sure you can’t do it for me? This time?”

“This is your security system, girl,” Hayes said in a low rumble. He was getting grouchy. Hayes didn’t like people very much. So, going to the grocery store was torturous for him.

“He’s right, Bebe,” Corbin said firmly. “It’s not difficult.”

“No, but it’s pointless. No one is after me. This has Mommy dearest and her manipulations written all over it.”

“You seriously think your mother would make up these threats?” Hayes asked. “And we’ve seen them; they’re real.”

“You don’t think she could create them herself?” she asked. “Or likely hire someone to make them.”

They were both silent. Did she really think her mother was capable of that?

Bebe let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Sorry. I know that’s too much to process. I have baggage when it comes to my mother.” She turned to the door and unlocked it before stepping inside. Then she disarmed the system.

“Good job,” he told her.

She snorted but didn’t say anything. They followed her inside after she unlocked and opened the door. She shut and locked it.

“Right, now rearm it for home,” he ordered.

Grumbling to herself, she rearmed the system and set it to home.

“See?” he said. “Not that hard.”

“I need a beer.” She stomped into the kitchen.

“Does she really think her mother made those threats?” Hayes asked.

“I think the question is, could Barb have made those threats?”

Hayes grunted. “Surely not. But it’s been proven time and again that people are fucked up. Maybe her mother is. Or maybe Bebe’s just a spoiled, lonely, little rich girl with mommy issues.”

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