Page 171 of Daddy's Wild Girl

And she thought she might be the luckiest woman in the world that he loved her.

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“Corbin! We’re gonna be late! I’m so sorry I slept in!” she stumbled over her own feet as she rushed out of the bedroom and into the living area of their cabin. To her shock, he was sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

“Whoa, darling girl. Calm down or you’re going to hurt yourself.” Putting down his coffee, he grabbed hold of her and lifted her onto his lap. “Shh, everything is all right.”

“It is?” Her heart was racing. She’d slept like the dead last night, which was really unusual for her. Normally, she tossed and turned for ages and woke up several times.

She guessed maybe being in Little space was therapeutic for her in some ways.

Which reminded her to check her emails to see if her therapist had replied.

“It is. I promise. It’s okay that you slept in. I let you sleep. You needed it.”

“You won’t get in trouble with Kent?”

He smiled. “No, baby. I’ve actually taken the morning off to spend with you.”

“Yeah? Yay! What are we going to do?”

His face grew serious.

“Oh no. I don’t like that face. That’s the face of someone who is taking me to get shots.”

“No shots. I promise. Although that reminds me that your gummy vitamins have arrived. Let’s get you fed and caffeinated, and then I need to tell you something.”

“Maybe you should tell me now.”

“No. Because I know you won’t eat if I do.”

Great. That didn’t sound good at all.

But she let him feed her some scrambled eggs and toast, although her nerves prevented her from eating too much. Corbin sighed as he looked at her half-filled plate.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wincing. The asshole hated when she didn’t eat all the food he’d prepared.

“It’s okay. It’s my fault for telling you there was something going on first.”

She grimaced. “I’ve got to stop being so jittery, haven’t I?” She hated walking on egg shells, waiting for him to do something mean. “I know you’re not him . . . it’s just that sometimes I react before my brain can catch up.”

“I’m not offended, darling girl.” He sat at the table next to her, taking her hands in his. “I just want you to be happy here with me.”

“I am. I promise.”

Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead. “Good. Now, I think I have an idea of who is writing those messages to you.”

“Really? That’s good news.” Hope filled her until she took in the tension on his face. “What is it? Who is it?”

“Well, I suspect that it’s your mother.”

God.

He hated that look on her face.

The hope crumbled, replaced by shock, then anger and betrayal.

“What?” she whispered. “But it can’t be. We were attacked and you said that meant it couldn’t be her.”

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