Page 14 of Daddy's Wild Girl

A car backfired in the distance and Hayes visibly tensed, glancing around.

“Guess I can see why the Benners are concerned though,” Corbin said. “It’s not a place I’d want my daughter to live.”

“Wouldn’t allow my daughter to step foot in this street.”

“You probably wouldn’t let your daughter out of the house,” Corbin half-joked. “You’d be more protective than Clint.”

“Damn right,” Hayes grunted. “No daughter of mine would ever be in danger. Nor would they be allowed to disobey me. Just like my woman. Too many dangers out there. Not that I intend to have a family.”

Corbin inwardly winced. He should watch what he said to Hayes.

“Guess we’ll go introduce ourselves and bring in our things. You think this place is even livable?” Hayes asked.

“I hope so,” he muttered.

“I hope the girl isn’t as much of a selfish brat as that woman painted her to be.”

So did Corbin.

Before they could move, the front door opened. A tall woman with her light-brown hair up in a ponytail started bouncing down the stairs.

Bluebelle.

He’d seen photos of her. Had watched the show. But somehow, seeing her in real life packed a far greater punch.

She was gorgeous.

Stunning.

She was dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a pink T-shirt with a black jacket over the top of it. A pair of bright pink sneakers finished her outfit.

Simple. But beautiful.

However, it was her eyes that fully captured his attention. A blue so pale they almost looked translucent. Wide and almost . . . mischievous?

“Hello,” she said, coming to a stop in front of them.

Corbin was prepared to listen to her tell them that they weren’t needed, to send them away. He still wasn’t convinced she had agreed to them being here. “I’m Bebe. Which one of you is Corbin and who is Graham?”

“I’m Hayes. No one calls me Graham,” Hayes said, crossing his arms over his chest.

She shot him a sassy salute. “Good to know, boss.”

Hayes frowned, but Corbin could tell he was also puzzled by her. They’d expected animosity. Or maybe indifference. But she looked like she was fighting a smile.

“That means you’re Corbin.” She turned the full force of those eyes on him.

And his brain instantly scrambled.

What was it she’d said? What was he doing? Heck, what was his name?

“Right? Or do you want to be called something else?” she asked.

Huh?

She could call him whatever she wanted.

“Are you all right?” she asked, moving closer. He almost leaned into her. Wanting more of her.

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