Page 8 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Corbin had to grin.

“Zeke said it’s best he doesn’t go out with him. Hayes claims Zeke is trying to smother him. Bain and Donovan are in Colorado. So . . . you’re it. Or me. And it’s not me. I own the company, so I get to decide shit like this.” Kent grinned at him.

Corbin ran his hand over his face. “I never wanted to go back out on a job like this.”

“What happened with Lindsay wasn’t your fault. She became infatuated with you. You didn’t lead her on. It’s not unusual for clients to become . . . attached to their bodyguard. It’s that whole Whitney Houston-Kevin Costner thing.”

“Showing your age.”

Kent sent him a scowl. “You’re not that much younger than me.”

“Hmm, tell that to your gray hairs.”

“You know there’s still time for me to kick your butt in the ring before you leave.”

“Dream on, old man.” Corbin grinned.

“Seriously, though. It wasn’t your fault. And she took it to an extreme. That sort of thing isn’t normal. Just . . . keep an eye onhim for me, okay? I’m not as worried about what he says to the clients as I am about him.”

And that was why Corbin could look at himself in the mirror now. He was a better man because he had such a good man to look up to. Kent took care of everyone who worked for him. And Corbin used him as a role model. Even though they weren’t that far apart in age.

“I will. This job sounds a bit off, though.”

Kent grimaced. “I know. And if something is fishy, pull back. I told Benton we are there for the month and that’s it. If it turns out they want babysitters rather than bodyguards, let me know. I feel like I owe him something, but I don’t owe him everything. And I know you’d rather be here. So I’ll get you back as quick as I can.”

Shit. Kent was making him sound like he never left this place.

“I leave the Ranch sometimes.”

“And you hate it.”

That was true. His last away job had sucked. And this place? This was his home.

His phone rang, and he frowned when he saw it was Zeke. The other man was working in the control center today, so it was unusual for him to call.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, there’s a disturbance at the gate.”

“What? What is it?” And why was he calling Corbin rather than Kent? Maybe Kent didn’t have his phone on him. “Do you want Kent? He’s right here.”

“Bring him along. He’ll want to see this too.”

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What. The. Fuck.

Corbin didn’t know what he was even looking at. He didn’t know where to look.

He stared at the camera feed from the front gate in horror.

“What does she think she’s doing?” he asked in a strangled voice. “Why is she here?”

“Well, I think those questions are easy enough to answer,” Zeke said, sounding deeply amused. “She’s here for you. And she obviously thinks that holding up a sign will get your attention.”

Standing at the (thankfully) locked front gate was the woman from last night.

Mary-Anne.

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