Page 136 of Daddy's Wild Girl

He grunted. “Got a few looks, but if you put a buffet out, you’ve gotta expect people will want to eat it. So what’s wrong?”

“Bebe is worried about going to Sanctuary,” he said.

“Is it the flying? I hate flying commercial. All those people. No one seems to have any idea about personal space. And I always end up next to someone who falls asleep and then snores or farts the entire time.”

“Commercial?” she asked.

“He was a SEAL. He’s used to flying in military planes,” Corbin said. “No snoring or farting on those flights, huh?”

Hayes ignored him. “Don’t use the bathroom on the plane. Imagine how dirty it is. Only takes one person with norovirus to touch stuff, and boom, the whole plane is vomiting and shitting themselves.”

Both of them gaped at Hayes.

“Okay, now I really don’t want to get on the plane,” Bebe said, looking slightly pale.

Hayes clapped his hands together as he stood. “Good. Let’s hire a car. It will only take around sixteen hours to drive to the Ranch if we don’t stop.”

“Wait.” She grabbed his arm as he stood. “I don’t want to do that either.”

“And it’s not as safe,” Corbin pointed out.

Hayes sighed, sitting and picking his plate back up. “Fine. But neither of you had better fall asleep. Got it?”

35

Sanctuary Ranch was beautiful.

Montana was beautiful.

How had she never come here before? Sure it was cold. There wasn’t any snow on the ground, but it was there on the mountains.

And it stole her breath.

But it didn’t stop the nerves that threatened to overwhelm her. What if the stalker followed them here?

Corbin said it was very secure, but she could still see the stalker attacking him. The knife coming toward him. Her screams filling the night.

It was too raw. Too real.

Hopefully, the stalker wasn’t able to follow them. That was the best scenario.

But how would they catch him? Could she live here indefinitely?

It’s where Corbin lives. You want to be with him.

Yes, but she couldn’t imagine living on a ranch with a bunch of other people. They’d all know who she was. They might have watched the show.

They might even believe all the lies about her.

She twisted her fingers together in her lap, anxiety thrumming through her.

“What do people do for fun around here?” She needed a distraction. A way of getting rid of all the energy bubbling up.

Something adrenaline-inducing.

“Is there somewhere to jump out of a plane? Or a ski-field close by? Tobogganing?” she asked.

Corbin turned around to stare at her worriedly. Reaching back, he took hold of her hands in his, stilling her movements.

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