Page 93 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“You’re like a Golden Retriever or a Labrador. Everyone loves labs, right?”

Stilling, he frowned down at her. “I’m a lab?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Um, pretty sure I’m not a goofy, fluffy Labrador. I’m more of a Doberman or a Mastiff.”

Hmm.

He really wasn’t.

Now, Hayes . . . he was more of a bulldog or perhaps a Cane Corso. But Corbin . . . definitely a Labrador. However, he didn’t seem to appreciate that so she bit her tongue.

He grunted. “Glad you see it my way.”

Yeah. She really didn’t.

Corbin headed up the stairs with her in his arms.

“I can walk, you know.”

“I know.”

“So you should probably put me down.”

“No.”

Her eyebrows rose. No? That was pretty blunt for him.

“No?”

“I’m carrying you. No arguments.”

“You’re being very bossy tonight.”

“Not something you’d expect from a Labrador, right?”

Oh no.

Had she actually hurt his feelings?

“You’re right. You’re definitely more of a pit bull,” she agreed.

“Damn right.”

Oh dear. Men. Their egos were so sensitive.

He carried her into the bathroom. Her bathroom didn’t have a tub, so this was the bathroom that he and Hayes shared.

She wasn’t certain what she was expecting, but to her shock, it was spotless.

“Bath is ready. I checked the temperature. It won’t burn,” Hayes said. “I’m going to go check security.” He left the bathroom abruptly.

“Is he all right?” she asked.

“Yeah. I think so. Do you need some help taking a bath?” Corbin asked, still holding onto her.

Did he intend on ever letting her go?

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