Page 182 of Tempted By her Daddies

Why wouldn’t they tell her that, though?

That seemed awfully rude.

And what about Salem? How come he wasn’t here? He hadn’t been here last night either.

Oh, unless he kicked and snored and had smelly breath.

Hmm. Maybe that was it.

Still . . . she didn’t care about that stuff.

She just wanted cuddles.

Tamsyn groaned.

Cuddles?

Really?

But it was true. All she really wanted was a great big cuddle.

However, it seemed she was going to have to go and find someone to give her the cuddle she wanted.

Rude, really.

She climbed out of bed in a huff and drew on Alexei’s sweater. It was like an oversized dress on her.

But who to go and find?

Shoot.

She didn’t want to wake anyone up. That seemed rude and unnecessarily needy.

Tamsyn thought she was likely already hard work for them all. She didn’t want to do anything to overstay her welcome.

But she couldn’t sleep now. That was the thing about these nightmares. They stole her ability to find peace.

So she decided to head downstairs. Maybe she could work out for a while. She grabbed her own clothes, which someone had thoughtfully washed.

Probably Salem.

He seemed the most likely of the three to wash her clothes for her.

After pulling on her clothes, she headed down to the gym. Hopping on the treadmill, she set off at a fast pace.

Outrunning her demons never seemed to work. But perhaps she might tire herself out enough that she might be able to sleep again.

She ran until she slipped into the zone where she wasn’t thinking, she wasn’t worrying.

Her brain was just empty.

Bliss.

Until a large man suddenly appeared in front of her, reaching over to push the speed down on her treadmill.

“Hey! What are you doing? I’m not finished yet,” she protested, reaching for the speed button.

But he brushed her hand away. “You’re done.”

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