Page 18 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Her eyes widened as she gaped up at him. She wasn’t short at five foot seven, but he had to be slightly over six foot. So she had to look up at him.

“Do you mean that you want to jump too?” she asked

“Won’t be my first time,” he replied, looking amused.

“It won’t?”

“Nope. I’ve jumped at least twenty times. So, are we going or what?”

She couldn’t even find the words to reply, so instead, she nodded. Sure, if he wanted to come with her, he could. But part of her wondered if it was a trick, though.

“You’re really going to come with me?” she asked.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

Yes, but in her experience, people often said things and then didn’t follow through with them.

So, she wasn’t holding out much hope.

“We’re going to go in and get debriefed,” he called out to Hayes.

The other man was glaring at them, his hands on his hips. He had ex-military written all over him. She wouldn’t be surprised to find out that he wasn’t long out of the armed services. Even his short haircut screamed ‘military man.’

Tough. Stern. Taciturn. Bossy.

She sighed. She should apologize. People didn’t understand she wasn’t trying to be mean or rude. Sometimes, she just liked to push boundaries. Perhaps because she’d had next to none when she was young she wasn’t always sure when to pull back.

As though sensing where her mind was, Corbin lightly touched her back. “Off you go. Do it.”

“Do what?” she asked, more to stall than anything else.

“Go and apologize.” It was an order. Given in a firm voice.

And boy, did that make her insides dance. How was it possible for him to be that sweet and yet so dominant?

Bebe felt like she was in unchartered territory.

But she started moving toward Hayes without further thought.

Wow. Corbin could pack a real punch with that tone when he wanted to.

“Um, Hayes?” she said, scratching at the back of her neck.

He grunted.

Great.

He didn’t look impressed as he glared down at her, his arms crossing over his chest.

Yep. Definitely a signature move.

“I’m sorry about before. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything.”

Another grunt.

Did that mean he was still irritated? Or was he willing to forgive?

“You’re really going to do this?” he asked.

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