Page 69 of Daddy's Wild Girl

They shared a look. What the heck? Why couldn’t they just talk out loud like normal people?

“We’ll both have to go with you,” Corbin told her. “And there will be new rules.”

Of course there would be.

“I swear you guys just enjoy making rules. Why don’t you live a little? Break a few rules. Maybe put the jelly on your toast before you put the butter. You know . . . go crazy!”

“You’ve got enough crazy for the both of us, girl,” Hayes said with a grunt. “I’ll go in first and scout out the exits.”

“No can do, buckaroo.”

Jeez. Now she was rhyming? And what the heck was a buckaroo anyway?

“What?” Hayes asked.

“You can’t get into this pub unless you have a special pass. I’ve got a pass. The two of you don’t.”

“Then how will we get in?” Corbin asked. “You’re not going without us.”

“You can come in with me, but not on your own.”

“I don’t like this,” Hayes said.

Pfft. Like that was a big surprise. Was there anything much he did like?

“A lot could go wrong,” Corbin agreed.

She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.

“What level is foot tapping with your arms crossed?” Corbin asked, sounding amused.

“Four point five. Quickly heading to five,” she replied.

“What are the two of you talking about?” Hayes said.

“My waning patience. I need to go out. I usually go to Callahan’s at least twice a month. No one there is going to harm me. Only select people are even allowed in the pub. So, let’s go!” She clapped her hands together.

“Seems to think she’s in charge.” Hayes shot Corbin a look.

But Corbin was looking straight at her with hooded eyes, a sexy, stern look on his face that was making her a little crazy inside.

She managed not to shuffle around awkwardly.

Just.

“Yes, she does,” Corbin agreed. “But we know differently.”

Dear Lord.

“I don’t like the sound of this either,” Corbin said. “There are too many unknowns.”

She groaned and looked up to the sky for patience. “I keep telling you there is no stalker. Even if someone is sending those messages, they’re probably harmless. All talk, no action. Believe me, most people who spouted abuse online would never say that to someone’s face.” She could hear the bitterness in her voice. Not that she wanted people to get in her face and say awful things.

It was just that she wished they’d be a bit more careful with their words online.

Words could still hurt. A lot.

“Just because you think the threat isn’t real doesn’t mean you should ignore it,” Corbin told her. Standing, he walked over to her. “And we certainly won’t.”

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