Page 32 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Bebe reached into her pocket and drew out twenty dollars, giving it to the old man.

Corbin noticed her hand shaking slightly as she took the worthless bits of wood. What was going on there?

“Want a beer? Some coffee? Food?”

“No, girly. I’ve gotta go.” Bob gave Corbin a suspicious look. “This fella annoying you?”

“Him?” She pointed her thumb at Corbin. “Nah, you know me, Bob. I could take him with one hand tied behind my back.”

Bob nodded as though he believed that. “You sure?”

“Yep. He’s actually my bodyguard. My dad hired him. Can you believe that bullshit?”

Bob narrowed his gaze, though, not looking as amused as Bebe sounded. “Not bullshit if you’re in trouble. You in trouble?”

“Never, Bob. How would I ever get into trouble? I’m an angel.”

Bob snorted. “Now, I’ve heard it all. You be safe, Bebe. And you keep her safe, boy.”

He shuffled away and Corbin didn’t relax until he was half a block away, then he turned to glare down at Bebe.

“Right. We’ve got some talking to do.”

Whoa.

Seemed like the switch had flipped. Gone was sweet Corbin, who blushed easily, and in his place was a fierce, dominant, protective caveman.

She wasn’t sure which side of him she liked best.

You don’t like dominant men, remember?

Hmm, she didn’t like lying dipshits who dumped her on TV. There had been nothing dominant about Ericc.

And yes, he’d spelled his name with two c’s.

Corbin grasped her left wrist but didn’t hold her hard. She knew she could break the hold easily.

But for some reason, she didn’t.

Instead, she let him steer her into the house and onto the back porch. He took in the porch as it groaned and tested some boards with his foot. “Is this safe?”

“That’s debatable. It’s held up this long, figure it’s got another five minutes while you get what you have to off your chest.”

He eyed her for a long moment, then drew her back into the house. “Don’t go out there again.”

Bebe heaved out a breath.

Yep, Bossy Dom was definitely here.

“It’s fine. I was joking. I had a building report done when I bought the place. The porch is solid.”

“I still don’t want you going out on it until a contractor checks it. And I don’t mean you,” he added as she opened her mouth.

Huh.

Rude.

She thought she was doing an excellent job of renovating her house. Just because it was kind of a mess, everything was half-finished, and she’d never renovated anything in her life was no reason to denigrate her abilities as a builder.

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