Page 213 of Daddy's Naughty List

“There’s guy demanding I get out of my car. He’s pounding on my window. My… my boyfriend is out there with him. I think I just saw a knife.”

“What’s your location?”

“I don’t know. It’s the macaroni and cheese restaurant. I just put it in my GPS.”

“Look at your navigation program. See if it’s still there,” the dispatcher coached her.

“They’re fighting now,” she reported before reading off the address.

“There are police officers on the way. Stay on the phone with me so I can update them.”

A body fell past the window and thudded to the ground. She yelped into the phone.

“Are you okay, Melissa? What’s happening?”

“Someone just fell. I’m trying to see who it is.”

“Can you look safely from inside the car? If not, stay inside. The police are almost there. Can you hear the sirens?

She froze, trying to decide whether to get back into the driver’s seat to see. A thump on the roof of her car made her jump.

“Call the police, Lissy.”

“Daddy! I did. They’re on the way.”

“Tell me what’s going on, Melissa. Your dad’s okay. I thought your boyfriend was outside,” the dispatcher asked. Was that humor in his voice?

Her face heated, and Melissa shook her head in disbelief at her stupidity. “I call my boyfriend Daddy. Sorry.”

“Ah. That makes more sense. So, he’s okay?”

“Rocky? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Lissy.”

“He says he’s fine. Are they close?”

“Pulling into the parking lot. Stay in the car until they get to you,” the dispatcher ordered.

“I can see the lights. Thank you.”

“Be safe, little girl. Wait until an officer or your—boyfriend gets you out of the car.”

She stared at the screen as he disconnected. Little girl?

“Stay there, Melissa,” Rocky told her.

They sounded so alike. Was that dispatcher a Daddy?

“Sir, I had a report that someone was threatening a woman in a car.” The officer’s voice was hard.

“He’s here. I’ve got him pinned to the ground. He’s my fiancée’s former neighbor. There’s a history of threats that we reported to the police,” Rocky told him.

“Step away, sir.”

“Get ready. He’s going to run,” Rocky advised.

“Leave that to me, sir. Step away.” The officer had his hand posed by his weapons belt.

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