Page 209 of Tempted By her Daddies

Yeah, that would be the perfect time for Sir and Pet to play some more.

Salem finishedthe last piece of work he had to do and glanced at the clock with a wince.

Shit.

He’d hoped to finish earlier than this so he could spend some time with his girl.

He wondered if she’d eaten any lunch. Getting to his feet, he stretched, working out the kinks in his body before he set off, trying to find her.

Ten minutes later, panic was just starting to form in his stomach as he put on his coat and stepped outside to find her sitting on the daybed.

“I’m starting to think that we need to put a tracker on you,” he grumbled as he walked over to the daybed.

She smiled up at him. “It’s a big house.”

“Yes, it is. What are you doing out here, Pet? It’s cold.”

“But the sun is shining,” she protested.

“That doesn’t make it warm.” He sat next to her.

“I’ve got my coat on, though.”

“Which I’m glad about.” He lifted her onto his lap. “But you also need a blanket, hat, gloves, and a scarf.”

“I’m not fragile. Where I used to live, this would be considered positively barmy.”

He frowned slightly. “And where was that?”

“Ahh, well, I moved around a lot. But for a while I lived on this cold island off the coast of Scotland with my Grandpa.”

She tensed slightly and he wondered if she’d meant to reveal that. She could be very secretive. It made him wonder if she had something to hide about her past.

Easy.

Don’t push her too much too fast.

“Your Grandpa? You lived with him?”

“Yes, after my mum died. It was just her and me for a long time. And then after she was gone, child services took me to live with my Grandpa. He was . . . interesting. He didn’t like people much and I don’t think he ever expected to be landed with a child. I can’t recall my mum ever mentioning him to me.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he told her, turning her so he could look down at her. “That must have been so hard.”

She shrugged. “I had my friends. They helped me.”

He had so many follow up questions. Like how old she’d been when she’d gone to live with her grandfather. And who were these friends? She’d never mentioned them before.

But he held them back, because he could tell she’d reached the limit of how much she was comfortable telling him.

“Would you prefer to live in a warmer climate?” he asked her. He loved living here but if she didn’t . . .

Whoa. Where had that thought came from?

“No. I’m happy here.” She smiled up at him.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” he told her huskily. “I’m sorry that I had to work so long.”

“It’s all right. I just came out here to clear my head a bit.”

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