Page 180 of Daddy's Wild Girl

She knew.

“Um, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know that you’re in a hell of a lot of trouble, Little girl.”

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Uh-oh.

Level four had been reached.

And Bebe was in big, big trouble.

Corbin was standing in the middle of the room, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

Well, at least he wasn’t at level five.

“What were you thinking?” he asked quietly.

She was sitting on the sofa, trying not to squirm as he glared down at her.

“Clint called you?” she demanded instead of answering him. “Gonna have to teach him what happens to those who blab.” She punched her hand into her fist.

“Do not try to deflect with humor.”

Uh, she wasn’t.

She was being totally serious. She was going to teach the other man that blabbermouths got bruises.

“You are in big trouble. Why would you go out with a storm coming and ride a horse without telling anyone? But worst of all . . . you rode bareback and stood up on it!”

Um. Yeah, she knew. She was kind of there.

“I . . . I . . .”

His gaze narrowed.

“I saw my parents together,” she blurted.

“What?” He frowned.

“I went onto social media. I know I shouldn’t have. And someone tagged me in photos of my parents that were recently published online. They looked all cozy and lovey-dovey together.”

“Oh, baby.” He ran his hand over his face.

“And I . . . I couldn’t handle it! It was enough to let the asshole’s voice back into my head, telling me I wasn’t good enough. And I was going to call you! I was! But I dropped my phone and I think I killed it.”

“Bebe, why didn’t you come to me?”

“I was going to, but then I remembered that you were in a meeting.”

“You think that a work meeting takes priority over you?”

Lord.

She didn’t deserve him. She shook her head.

“Come here.” He pointed his finger at the floor in front of him. It was a level five, but his voice was soft, which confused her.

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