Page 154 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“That’s not what I heard,” she muttered as she headed toward the door.

“Whoa, stop. What did you hear?”

She turned to him, biting her lip. “Just that he’s a bit grouchy and blunt.”

“Yeah, he is. But he’s also a really good doctor and I know he’ll take excellent care of you. I just want to make sure you’re all right.”

Well, hell.

Talk about bringing out the big guns.

Her shoulders slumped. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” He walked over and kissed her lightly.

She turned back to the door and opened it.

“Stop.”

Sheesh, what now?

“What are you forgetting?” he asked.

Umm. Bebe glanced down at herself. She had shoes on. Clothes. Yep. She looked around, she hadn’t left much mess. Oh, shoot, her blanket and phone were on the sofa. She grabbed her phone and folded the blanket.

“There!”

“Good, but what else?”

She was confused.

He opened the coat closet and drew out her jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves. “You need these.”

“It’s not that cold!” she protested. He’d made her dress in all this stuff yesterday, too.

She’d practically overheated.

“I don’t want you getting cold,” he replied, fussing over her.

And she had to admit. She liked it.

Then he took her hand and they headed out, walking toward a cute cabin that was larger than Corbin’s.

Before they could reach the front porch, the door opened and a short, very pregnant, blonde woman rushed out.

“Hide me! Quick!”

Bebe gaped at her in amazement as she raced around them and hid behind Corbin’s back.

“Uh, Caley?” Corbin asked.

“He’s gone crazy! Hide me.”

What the hell was going on? Did this woman need help? Who had gone crazy? Had they hurt her?

“Don’t worry, we’ll look after you,” she told her.

“Doc?” Corbin asked dryly.

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