Page 63 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“You know I’d never harm you, right, Bebe? And I’d kill anyone who did.”

Wow. That was rather dark.

And it was also a salve on the wounds in her heart. Even if it was just words . . . it meant a lot.

“I know you wouldn’t. Sorry. I just . . . I was thinking about something.”

Someone.

“Hmm. You need to stop apologizing. I don’t like it.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Um, you’re the one who tells me I need to apologize, but now you don’t want me to apologize? You seem to be having some trouble making your mind up. Is that often an issue for you?”

“Now, there’s the Bebe I know and . . . um . . . well,” he said awkwardly.

“I think I’ll try to go back to sleep,” she said hastily.

He stood and looked around as though unsure what to do with himself.

He reached for his glasses, then seemed to realize they weren’t there. “Do you want me to stay until you go back to sleep?”

Yes. I really, really do.

“No, it’s all good. I’ll be fine. You go back to bed.”

He nodded before he started backing away toward the door. “Sleep well.”

Yeah.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t likely to happen.

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Bebe swung the sledgehammer back.

Damn.

This thing weighed a ton. How the heck was she supposed to get it into the wall with force?

Just as she tried to swing it, something grabbed it and she let out a scream.

Looking over her shoulder, she cried out again as she saw Corbin standing there.

“You scared me to death! Shoot! I think I might have peed myself.”

Great.

That was the sort of sexy thing you wanted to say to the guy you liked.

No.

No, nope.

He tugged the sledgehammer out of her hold and handed it over to Hayes who she hadn’t even noticed standing behind him.

Uh-oh.

Double trouble.

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