Page 19 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Yep!” She bounced on her toes and then punched the air with her fist. “I’m pumped.”

“Can’t talk you out of it?”

“Nope.” She smiled. She could tell that he was bending.

He groaned and looked skyward, then around again. “You break your neck and I am not telling your parents.”

“No worries, pretty sure that informing next of kin of death due to neck breaking is part of the package I bought.”

“You’re a smart-ass.”

“Oh, um, sorry.” She bit her lip.

“Didn’t say you had to be sorry. I’ll be waiting here.” This was directed at Corbin.

Bebe turned to see the other man nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t break her neck.” Reaching out, Corbin again placed his hand on the small of her back.

She shivered.

She might like that a bit too much.

But he suddenly snatched his hand back as though he’d just realized what he’d done. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” she asked.

“I shouldn’t touch you without your permission.”

Bebe stared up at his tight jaw. “What if I was in danger? Would you touch me then?”

“Of course. That’s different. You’re not in immediate danger right now, though.”

And what if I told you that I liked you touching me?

Yeah, best she didn’t do that.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s the instructor’s job to make sure I don’t break my neck,” she said lightly as they entered the building.

“It’s my job to keep you alive. No matter what.”

Damn.

He said it like it was a vow.

“I bet you say that to all your clients,” she said with a wink. Then she wished she hadn’t.

Because he likely did say something like that to his clients. And she didn’t like the idea of that. She wanted to be special.

Damn it, Bebe.

Stop being an idiot.

“Actually, I’m not often out in the field. The last time I was, it didn’t . . . well, it didn’t go well. The woman I was guarding became . . . actually, that doesn’t matter. I know what I’m doing and I’m going to keep you safe.”

Was he trying to convince her or himself?

Curiosity bit at her. Pushing her to ask him.

No. Nope.