Page 106 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Oh God.

She really didn’t want them to go. She wanted them to stay here with her.

She wanted Corbin to stay with her.

And not because she was worried about her safety or the attacker, but after two and a half weeks, she couldn’t imagine being apart from him.

But what was the alternative? For him to stay and get hurt? And what about Hayes? Something like this could happen to him too.

They both could have been injured tonight.

And it was your fault . . . Corbin had it under control until you tried to intervene.

You fucking idiot.

You should letme do the thinking for you, Belle. Because when you try to make your own decisions, everything just ends in disaster.

Urgh!He needed to get out of her head! She didn’t need to hear his voice right now.

Bebe struggled to breathe as she thought of everything that could have gone wrong tonight. What if the knife had been closer to his chest? His neck?

“Bebe? Hey, are you all right?” Corbin asked, moving back into the living room.

No. She wasn’t all right.

If he spoke again, she didn’t hear it. Everything else faded away as she got lost in her head, imagining the worst.

“Bebe? Look at me.” Someone placed a finger under her chin and she screamed, shying away.

“Fuck, baby. It’s me. It’s Corbin.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Hayes snapped.

“I think she’s having a panic attack.”

No, she wasn’t.

Was she?

She didn’t know; she couldn’t think with this heavy weight on her chest.

“Bebe, look at me. I need you to concentrate on me. Bluebelle. Now.”

The sharpness of his tone shocked her into looking at him.

“That’s it. Everything is all right. You’re fine. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

Why did he think she was worried about herself? All she cared about was him.

She stared at the bandage on his arm. What if the attacker had slashed his face? What if he’d stabbed Corbin and gotten an artery? He could have bled to death in front of her.

No. That was unacceptable.

What if the stalker had watched them come here? Did he know where she lived? He’d attacked her a block from her home . . . clearly, that couldn’t be a coincidence? He’d been lying in wait for them.

God. How long had he been following her and she’d had no idea?

“I want you to breathe with me,” Corbin ordered as he moved her to the sofa. He crouched in front of her, taking her small hands in his and cradling them. “Breathe in. Hold. One, two. Then out. Bebe, I want you to do as I tell you. Follow me. In. Hold. One, two. Out. One. Two.”

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