Page 203 of Daddy's Wild Girl

But she lay down and started counting the cobwebs in the room.

No. Nope. That wasn’t a good idea, because now she was thinking about spiders.

And that’s when she heard it. A rustling noise. The sound of feet scrabbling against wood and then a huge fucking rat!

She screamed and tried to scramble away from the rat, which, thankfully, ran off.

Bebe breathed in deep, trying to calm herself. But seriously! A rat was a step too far.

Just then, her stomach started rumbling. What the heck? It better not be thinking about rat stew, because that wasn’t happening.

Then her bladder grew heavier. And tighter.

No, no, no.

This was all Corbin’s fault! He was always making her drink water.

She could wait until he got back. But he had so much to do.

And you promised to stay inside.

Fine. But she needed something to protect herself against the rat. So she decided to slide herself over to the broom leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.

Then she thought about the cobwebs. Spiders were almost as bad as rats.

Grabbing the broom, she tried to hold it up and swipe at the cobweb above her. But she couldn’t reach it.

Darn it.

Okay, she was going to have to pull herself up. Grasping hold of the counter, she drew herself up and hopped around, holding up the broom.

But apparently, hopping around with a full bladder wasn’t a smart idea.

Shoot. She couldn’t hold on. She was going to have to go. She thought about finding something to pee in, but that was just a step too far. So she pulled on her jacket and hopped toward the front door. She was already winded as well as worried about falling over when she tried to hop through the snow.

Well . . . there was nothing else she could do.

Corbin knewsomething was wrong when he saw the door to the cabin was slightly ajar.

The good news was that he didn’t think they were far from his truck. And he’d found an old toboggan in the shed he thought they could use when they set out.

The bad news was that Bebe wasn’t where he’d fucking left her! He should have known. But where was she?

Why did he leave her?

And why was the broom now in the middle of the room?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Bebe!” he yelled. “Bebe!”

“I’m over here!”

He raced toward the sound of her voice, coming to a stop as he saw her leaning against a tree. She was attempting to pull up her pants.

Damn it. Why hadn’t he taken her out to pee before he left?

“I had to pee.”

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