Page 12 of Daddy's Sinful Baby Girl

“Have you washed your hands, Baby?”

She nodded and wiped her eyes.

“Let’s get you back in bed, and then we’ll talk.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk. I want to be left alone.”

She heard him sigh, but he continued to maneuver her to the bed. He lifted her on and arranged the blankets before putting the IV stand off to the side.

Simon walked around the bed and turned off most of the lights except the one over the bed. He sat down on the side of the bed again, leaned over her, and rested his hand on the other side of her.

“Now, let’s talk.”

She shook her head. “No. I want you to go.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked at her. “Why, Baby?”

“Because you lied to me.”

He looked confused. “When?”

“You said I looked fine and didn’t look like Frankenstein. You lied.”

“No, I didn’t. I know it looks bad now, but I know for a fact you’ll look better as you heal. Do you think I’ve never had stitches before?”

That upset her. “Why?”

“Baby, I used to be a cop. I got hurt sometimes. I was also a rambunctious kid. I drove my mom nuts. I don’t remember how many times she had to take me to theER.”

“But you’re a boy. It’s different.”

“No, it’s not. You will heal, and I’ll be there to help you along the way.”

“I don’t want you to look at me,” she murmured.

“I don’t care how many cuts you have on your face or body. I think you’re beautiful.”

She felt her sadness lift and then plummet. “You look like a movie star, and I’ve never looked beautiful. Now, I look horrible.”

He smoothed the hair from her face. “Maybe you think so. But I don’t. Give yourself some time to heal.”

“I … I think I want to sleep now.”

He sighed and stood before making sure her covers were up around her neck. He bent and kissed her forehead. “Sleep.We can talk later.”

She turned to her side, closed her eyes, and willed herself to sleep, but it didn’t come easily.

Chapter Five

She listened to Simon move around the room. With her back to him,she had no idea what he was doing. He called a few people but spoke so softly she couldn’t hear the words. Her eyes slammed shut when he walked past her bed and into the bathroom. The door closed, and then the shower turned on.

He had been dirty from her rescue but hadn’t thought past that. Her body started to tingle at the thought of him naked on the other side of the door.

Casey hadn’t known she had fallen asleep until the bathroom door opened. She didn’t remember to fake sleep, and her eyes widened. He was in faded jeans and a black t-shirt. He was carrying his bag and boots.

“Are you having trouble falling asleep, Baby?”

She looked up. “Kind of.”

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