Page 103 of Daddy's Wild Girl

She stared up at him in shock, her mouth dropping open.

“Corbin,” Hayes said warningly, stepping up to them.

“No! Do not interfere! She needs to hear this.”

Oh God.

He was going to tell her off, explain all the ways that she’d fucked up.

And she had fucked up. Big time. She’d gotten him hurt. What was she thinking, going for a run?

She had a fucking stalker!

Oh God.

Bebe put her hand over her mouth, feeling like she was going to vomit.

She had a stalker.

“Bebe? Hey, Bebe, what’s wrong?” His voice had gentled, but she barely registered that. She was too busy freaking out.

She had a stalker.

And he’d tried to stab Corbin.

This . . . this was all her fault. What an idiot she was!

“Shit! She’s trembling,” Corbin said.

“Delayed shock, probably. You yelling at her isn’t going to help that.”

But he had every right to yell. Because she was an idiot who’d nearly gotten him killed.

“You could have died. He h-had a kn-knife. This . . . he . . . what just happened?” Why was she trembling so much? She couldn’t seem to get herself under control. Her breathing was coming in erratic pants.

“Corbin, we need to get her back to the house. It’s not safe out here.”

She was aware of Corbin swearing before he lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

He shouldn’t do that. He was bleeding. What if he bled out? He moved at a near-run and she wanted to protest, but she couldn’t get her mouth to work.

What was wrong with her?

Why couldn’t she breathe?

“Shh, baby,” he told her as he climbed the stairs to her house. “You’re okay. You’re going to be all right. Let’s get you inside and warm. Everything will be okay. I’m not going to let him hurt you. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you.”

Her?

What about him? Why was he worried about her?

“I’m going to secure the house. Get her situated in the living room,” Hayes barked. Then he disappeared while Corbin carried her into the living room.

He set her down on the sofa, her gaze fixated on his arm.

On the blood coating the top of his arm.

Bebe swallowed heavily as he grabbed a blanket from the old blanket box she had.

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