Page 6 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Corbin frowned. He didn’t often leave the Ranch. But it wasn’t completely unheard of if they needed a tech expert on site.

There was that time months ago when he’d gone to LA to relieve Dominic when everyone else had the stomach flu. That wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, though.

“Both of us?” Hayes asked. “I thought Corbin worked support.”

“Yeah, I do. Kent, I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to go to San Francisco.” Corbin turned to look at Hayes with a frown. “Although I like to think it’s more than just support. And I can hold my own on the field.”

“I know you can do this,” Kent told him. “I really need you there for a couple of weeks. I need you to set up some cameras and put in an alarm system while also keeping an eye on the client’s daughter.”

The client’s daughter? Not the client himself?

“Basically, this is a slightly strange situation and I need some delicacy. Normally, this would be the sort of job I’d send Dominic on, but he’s in New York. And everyone else is busy or not suited for the job. Which means it’s either me or you,” he said to Corbin.

And Kent didn’t want to leave Abby and Asher.

Fuck.

The last time Corbin had gone out on a job, things had not gone well.

He had no interest in repeating that disaster.

“I’ll work support while you’re gone,” Kent added. “This is a short-term job at the moment. And I know you’ll be able to handle this situation diplomatically.”

Because Hayes wouldn’t be able to. Corbin got it. Hayes was a straight-shooter. Zeke said he’d always been like that. Grouchy. Blunt. But after his wife died, he’d become even less social.

There was nothing delicate about Hayes. Or diplomatic.

So Kent was sending him to smooth the way for the other man. Fuck. He was making it impossible for Corbin to say no.

“Who is the client and their daughter?” Corbin asked.

“The client’s name is Benton Benner.”

“Wait,theBenton Benner?” Corbin asked. “As in the rock star?”

“Yes, he’s about to start a tour overseas. He’ll be gone for a month and needs someone to watch his daughter while he’s gone.”

“Why us?” Hayes asked. “Surely he could hire someone local?”

“Yeah, he could. But this is a favor. Benton was an old friend of my dad’s. What isn’t widely known is that he spent some time during his childhood here in Wishingbone. He and my dad were in school together and were good friends. Benton doesn’t feel like he can trust just anyone with this job, so he came to me. I feel like I owe him this.”

“Have there been threats against his daughter?” Corbin asked.

“Apparently, there have been some threats made against the family. But these are against just the daughter and they’re intense.” Kent laid out some sheets of printed paper. Corbin stared down at the news headlines.

Rich and Reckless.

Money Can’t Buy Loyalty. Or sense.

“Jesus,” Hayes muttered.

“These are all old tabloid articles about Benton’s daughter, Bluebelle. Benton’s wife, Barbara, is the self-professed queen of reality TV. Several years ago, she started a reality show calledThe Benner Life. Basically, they have cameras following them around everywhere, recording their lives for other people to watch.”

Corbin couldn’t think of anything worse than having people with cameras in your house, following you around, and showing it all to the world.

“Why the fuck would you want cameras recording your life? My life wouldn’t even be that interesting,” Hayes muttered.

No doubt.

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