Page 44 of Daddy's Wild Girl

There was a knock on her door and she froze. “Yes?”

“Hey, dinner is ready. Are you coming down?” Corbin asked.

Bebe placed her hand over her tummy. “Sorry, I’m not feeling that great.”

“Are you all right? Do you want me to come in and check on you?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a headache. Sometimes, they make me feel nauseous. I think I’ll just lie down and try to have a sleep in the quiet.”

There was silence and she wondered if he’d left.

“Okay,” he said. “Everything’s all right? You’re not seeing double or anything?”

Lord.

He was so nice.

Please don’t let him think those things about me.

Bebe took a steadying breath. “No. I’m fine.”

“And you have painkillers?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m all good, Corbin. I’m a big girl. Been taking care of myself for a long time.”

Such a liar.

It almost hurt to say those words. Because she wanted to wrap herself up in his care. To let him coddle and protect her.

“Just because you can take care of yourself doesn’t mean you always have to. Sometimes, it’s all right to let other people look after you. To just let go.”

Not in her experience.

She hadn’t had much care and attention from her parents when as a child. Or an adult.

Maybe she really was a poor little rich girl.

Then, she’d been so starved for attention that she’d found it in all the wrong places.

And she’d ended up in a bad, bad place.

Don’t think about that.

About him.

Yep. There was the indigestion.

Corbin seemed genuine but trusting people didn’t come easily to her.

“Thanks,” she said. “I appreciate that. But there’s really nothing you can do. I’m just going to lie down in the quiet.”

“All right. Well, if you want some dinner or anything else, you can message me. Or Hayes.”

Yeah, she definitely wouldn’t be messaging Hayes.

Deep breaths.

“Got it,” she called out.

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