Page 4 of Daddy's Wild Girl

He needed to head to his cabin for a shower as he had a meeting in an hour with Kent.

Along with Hayes. The new guy.

Hayes was an old friend of Zeke’s, they’d been in the Navy together. Hayes had just recently started working for JSI.

He’d lost his wife several years ago, something Corbin couldn’t even fathom. And you could still see the pain in his eyes.

“It’s morning?” Clint squinted up at the sky.

Corbin took in the state of him as he swayed back and forth with the baby. His dark hair was a mess. His T-shirt was on back to front and there was a stain on it just above Annabel’s head. And he had something on his cheek that looked a bit like ketchup.

Not to mention the black marks under his eyes and the way he was looking around as though he didn’t know where he was, let alone what day it was.

“Are you all right? Did you get any sleep last night?” Corbin asked in concern.

“Sleep? What’s that?” Clint grumbled.

“It’s the thing you need to keep functioning during the day. And so you don’t get sick.”

Clint just grunted, obviously too tired to even talk.

That wasn’t a typical thing for him. Sometimes, the guy never shut up.

“You do realize she’s asleep, right?” Corbin said. “You can stop swaying.”

Clint eyed him like he was stupid. “If I stop swaying, she stops sleeping. I do not want her to stop sleeping.”

Yeah, that sounded like a fate worse than death.

Corbin had to hide his grin. No way did he want Clint to think that he was laughing at him.

That was never a smart idea on a good day. But a day like this when he was skating close to the edge?

Yeah, that would be stupid.

Really stupid.

“Got it,” he said. “Where’s Charlie?”

“Sleeping,” Clint barked. “And if anyone disturbs her, I’ll kill them.”

Corbin held up his hands. “I wouldn’t dream of it, man. I was just going to say that I have some experience with babies. I’d be happy to look after her for a few hours for you today.”

Clint put his hand protectively over the baby’s back and took a step away, glaring at Corbin as though he’d just threatened to dangle Annabel upside down over a bridge with rushing water underneath it.

“You can’t have my baby.”

“Clint, I don’t want your baby,” he soothed. “I just thought I could take care of her for a while.”

“Come near her and you’re dead.” Clint backed away, eyeing him suspiciously.

Okay. Perhaps it’d be best if he left.

But he needed to talk to Kent about his brother. Because Clint couldn’t keep surviving on no sleep.

An hour later,he walked into the meeting room. Hayes was already there, standing against the wall.

The other man nodded at Corbin in greeting.

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