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Connor’s Bliss

Sabre Security Daddies Series

By Cami Carlisle

Chapter One

Eleven months ago - Jan 17

Connor

In all his years of tracking criminals, Connor Davis had never missed his Hellcat more than he did at that moment. He’d never needed a car to go two hundred miles an hour or more.

But no. He’d been racing against the clock to try and catch up with Bliss, Winnie’s younger sister, so he’d settled for taking his brother, Gage’s, truck. If he got shot because he couldn’t outrun two angry Russians in a Bentley sedan, he would never let Gage live it down.

One glance in the rearview mirror and he couldn’t hold back a growl. He floored the gas, but it earned him nothing. Hell, his grandmother could push this damn truck faster with her bare hands. He was never going to outrun the men on their tail in this thing.

Not that there shouldbeangry Russians on their tail. He took his eyes off the road long enough to glare at his passenger, ignoring her sniffles since she was the cause of their current predicament.

He should have known better than to look her way. When his gaze hit her, it was all he could do to turn his attention back to the situation at hand. Why she affected him the way she did, he had no idea. But he’d wanted her since the first time he’d studied her picture as it trembled in Winnie’s hand.

Bliss Carpenter was just as exquisite in person. She looked nothing like Winnie, with her deep caramel skin, sleek black hair, and palest aquamarine eyes that stole his breath. She was the perfect blend of beauty, wariness, and unpredictability.

She'd keep a man on his toes. Or, like now, drive a Daddy insane.

The icy silence made a vain attempt to cool his temper. If Bliss was smart, she’d keep silent. He’d been a Daddy for a long time, but he had never wanted to wear someone out as much as he did the Little girl sitting next to him, doing her best to become invisible.

That was a good call on her part, too. Lucky for her, his top priority was her safety. If not, she’d have been over his knee twenty minutes ago when she’d blown their getaway.

The memory shoved his temper right over the edge. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Man, he needed to get a handle on himself before he gave into the urge to yank her over his lap and give her the spanking she so richly deserved. Ignoring his itching palm took all the control he’d developed through the years.

Bliss flinched and scrunched her nose. Cute. He wasn’t in the mood for cute. Then she turned those hypnotizing eyes his way. The wounded expression punched the Daddy in him right in the gut. “I said I was sorry.”

The tremor in her voice tried to tug at his heartstrings, but he refused to allow them to be tugged. He was a grown-ass man. He could discuss her actions without resorting to shouting. Or cursing.

With all the calm he could gather, he tried again. “That’s not what I asked. We could have slipped right by Egoradov’s men and gotten a solid head start. But, no, you had to scream… What did you even yell at them?”

A quick glance in the rearview showed the Russians still keeping pace. At least they weren’t in shooting range yet. He returned his attention to Bliss.

A lovely pink flagged her cheeks. She shook her head but caved when he raised his brow. “I called them apridurok.”

He continued to stare.

“It’s Russian for douche canoe.”

If she was trying to interrupt his train of thought, it worked. “You know the Russian word for douche canoe?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Yes.”

Fury—no, frustration—gripped him too hard to make note of the way those delicate shoulders hunched forward. “When did you learn—never mind. You shouldn’t have yelled anything. And with you busting out the window of their Bentley, you can bet your sweet ass they’ll chase us all the way back to Tennessee. Not to mention, you lost me my best gun safe.”

Yeah, she was one lucky little vigilante. He was a man of restraint. At least his gun hadn’t been in the safe when she’d smashed the window of their luxury car. Thank god for small favors. The least she could have done was hit one of the Russians instead.

He’d tracked Bliss all the way across the country before spotting the Russian pumping gas. He’d snuck her through the back window of a cringe-worthy women’s bathroom while Thug Two guarded the door in a six-thousand-dollar suit.

They’d almost made it out of the parking lot, her kidnappers none the wiser, when she bellowed out words that would get her bottom toasted and her mouth soaped if she were his.

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