Page 30 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Nope. Not her.

She knew Hayes was having a nap because he’d grunted that at her, telling her not to start up any power tools.

So bossy.

She’d been tempted to do exactly that, but then she’d decided that a grouchy, tired Hayes probably wasn’t someone she wanted to push.

She found Corbin out front, staring up at the house.

“You okay there?” she asked, walking down the stairs to stand a few feet from him.

“Yep. Just sorting where to put the cameras.”

“Want a beer?”

“No thanks, I’m working. So, do you spend most of your time at home?”

She tensed, waiting for him to make some quip about her lack of a job. That was why he was asking, right?

Well, lots of people worked from home nowadays.

You don’t, though.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to work. However, it was difficult to hold down a job when random things would set youoff, provoking a panic attack or meaning you’d need some time to yourself.

And then there was her right hand. She had a lot of issues with it and had to rest it a lot.

So, for now, she was just doing the best she could with the money she’d inherited from her grandma.

“I guess so. I don’t have a job.” When he didn’t say anything, she decided to keep filling the silence. “I don’t like being tied down. Just as well I have a trust fund from my parents, huh?”

What are you doing?

She didn’t even use the trust fund from her parents. Not for herself, anyway.

Was she trying to make herself sound ridiculous and shallow?

Bebe knew what people thought of her and she was tired of trying to convince them otherwise. So, most of the time, she didn’t even try.

“All right. So you’re home most of the time. I’m going to get some things delivered. If you have to go somewhere, we can accommodate that. I just need to know ahead of time.”

“Oh. Right.”

Now she felt like a complete dick. Was that why he’d asked?

“No, I’ve got no plans.”

Because she had no real life.

Way to sound like a loser.

Corbin’s attentionstrayed from Bebe, who’d gone strangely silent, to a man shuffling his way toward them. He looked rough with long, tangled hair and a limp. He was pushing a cart filled with bags in front of him. And he was headed straight toward them.

Corbin tensed. Was he a harmless old man or something more? A threat could come in many forms.

The guy looked up, bypassing Corbin entirely and centering in on Bebe. Corbin stepped in front of her and the guy stilled, his gaze sliding over Corbin.

“Stay there, Bebe,” Corbin commanded.

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