Page 87 of Daddy's Wild Girl

The person seemed to just disappear.

Had they been there at all?

Was he seeing things? Or had that been her stalker out there?

Moving much more swiftly, he got to the car and opened the passenger door. “Bebe, we must go quickly.”

“What? Why?”

“I saw someone in the woods.”

“W-what? W-who?” she asked, her teeth chattering as he did up her seatbelt.

“I don’t know. But I’m not waiting around to see if they make themselves known. Not when I’ve got precious cargo onboard.”

Shutting the door, he ran around to his side of the car, his head turning back and forth.

Fuck. He wished Hayes was here.

Getting in, he locked the doors and sped off.

“S-seatbelt?” she asked.

“You’ve got yours on, baby. I secured it.”

“No. Y-you.”

Corbin glanced over at her, trying to determine how she was doing, but there wasn’t enough light.

“I’m f-fine.”

“Corbin. S-seatbelt.”

Shit. fuck. Fine. But he wasn’t the precious cargo in the car. However, he reached over and grabbed his belt, buckling himself in.

“Th-thank you.”

There was silence as he drove, ensuring they weren’t being followed. Finally, he relaxed, confident they were fine. Hell. It’d probably been his imagination.

He looked over at her again. Shit. She was too quiet and still, except for the occasional shiver that seemed to run through her.

“Baby? You doing okay?” He had the heater on full blast, but he needed to get her out of those wet clothes.

Grabbing his phone, he sent a quick text to Hayes to let him know that he’d found her.

“Why are you calling me b-baby?” she asked.

Had she only just realized that? Or had she heard him, but her brain had too much going on to bother asking him why he was calling her that before.

“Do you not want me to? It’s not very professional.”

Although, to be honest, he couldn’t care less about being professional.

“It . . . we’re f-friends, aren’t we?” There was a note of vulnerability in her voice.

“Of course we are.” Reaching over, he put the back of his hand over her cheek. “You’re freezing. I think there’s a blanket in the back. I’m going to pull over and get it.”

“No, don’t!” Fear filled her voice.

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