Bebe glanced down at herself. “Why am I-I half-naked? How?”
All she was wearing was her bra and jeans.
“I stripped you off.”
“I d-don’t think that’s p-part of your job description.”
“Hush, Bebe.”
He was always telling her to hush. Kind of rude.
She wasn’t sure how much more time had disappeared, but before she knew it, he was crouching beside her open door, pulling off her jeans while the blanket was wrapped around her top half, shielding her from the cold.
“There you are.”
She glanced down again and saw that her jeans, socks and boots were off and the blanket covered her from her feet to her chin.
He brushed her hair back. “Everything is going to be all right, baby. Okay?”
She nodded, her teeth chattering. She probably shouldn’t let him call her baby.
But she liked it way too much.
He shut the door, which cut out the chilly night air. With the heater going and her wet clothes mostly removed, she instantly started to feel better.
When Corbin was back in the driver’s seat, she turned to him. “W-what about you?”
“Me? I’m fine, baby. Don’t worry about me.”
“You’re so n-nice to me. I don’t understand w-why?”
“Because you deserve it. You deserve all the kindness in the world.” Reaching out, he squeezed her hand lightly.
“She’ll f-find some way to punish me.”
Shoot. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Your mother?” he asked grimly.
“I think that’s why you and H-Hayes are here.”
Damn. Speaking of Hayes . . .
“He won’t be happy with me. I broke the r-rules.”
She was going to be in trouble.
It wasn’t like she’d done it on purpose. She hadn’t been able to think . . . all she’d known was that she needed to get out of there.
“No, likely not. But let’s worry about Hayes later. And I won’t allow your mother to punish you.”
Bebe wasn’t sure what he could do to stop her.
“When I was younger, my favorite toys would go m-missing. I don’t know h-how she knew which ones were my f-favorites. I’m guessing someone on her s-staff told her.”
“That bitch.”
Oh, she could feel her toes again. Good.