Page 196 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Because they had other, more pressing matters.

Like how to get the fuck out of here.

“Right, we need to get out of here.” He started stripping off his jacket. First, he checked his pockets, but his phone wasn’t in there. Damn it. The asshole must have searched him and gotten rid of it.

“Bebe, do you have your phone?” he asked.

“No, he took my bag. I don’t know what he did with it. And that was my brand new phone.”

“That doesn’t matter, baby.” He’d probably thrown it away.

“What are you d-doing?” she asked.

She was still shivering. That was good. She wasn’t hypothermic yet.

“Giving you my jacket.”

“N-no, you need it.” She pushed it off her and held it to him.

“Bebe,” he growled.

“Corbin, if you freeze to death, I’ll be out here on my own.”

He shook his head and put it on her again. “I won’t let that happen. Take my jacket. Do as you’re told.”

“So bossy.”

“You’re damn right. You are far too precious for me to lose. And besides, I have another idea.”

He turned back to Sebastian, kneeling down to feel his pulse. Or lack thereof.

“Is he . . . is he dead? Did I kill him?” she asked.

Shit. Fuck.

His poor girl. She was going to be traumatized by this.

“He is, darling girl. But if you hadn’t killed him, I would have.”

Gladly.

“Good,” she said fiercely. “I’m glad he’s dead.”

He stared up at her in shock, then smiled. Working quickly, he drew off the dead man’s jacket. Sure, it had some blood on it, but not freezing to death was more important.

He searched all through his pockets and found a phone. Bingo. But it was password-protected. He held the phone up to Sebastian’s face. Too dark.

Getting up, he grabbed the headlamp and used it to add more light. He got into his phone. Shit. No reception.

They were just going to have to walk out of here. Or get to that cabin he was talking about. But where would it be?

Fuck. He’d have to try and get them back to the truck. But it was a long hike with Bebe’s foot in such bad shape. He could tell she was trying to hide how much it hurt.

There was nothing else of use on Sebastian, so he stood and moved to Bebe. “How bad is your foot, darling? Can you walk?”

“I’ll be fine,” she said.

Fuck.

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