Page 13 of Daddy's Protection
She tried to speak but a lump had suddenly formed in her throat. Choking it down, she was able to say, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I better not hear it again. Are you still hungry?”
She nodded.
His eyes fell to the plate. “Then eat, little girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Even though she’d just been chastised, it felt good having a Daddy care for her. But she told herself not to get too carried away with her fantasies. It wasn’t as if Isaiah would ever beherDaddy. As hot and as sexy as he was, he’d want a hot, skinny woman. Not… her.
“How long will this take you?” he asked, indicating the windows.
“A few hours. They want a lot. And I need to clean the windows really good first.” She patted the square case that rested on the bench beside her. It contained all her paints, brushes, and sponges. “I won’t finish until early afternoon.”
“That’ll give me and a couple of the guys time to do our thing at your place.” Isaiah offered her a smile. “Don’t worry. We’re going to get to the bottom of this.”
She smiled, too. Despite meeting him only hours before, she trusted him.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome. Now finish eating.”
“Yes, Sir.” Feeling lighter already, Cami dug into her pancakes once more.
What Isaiah said next had her nearly melting again.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 5
Isaiah unlocked the door and swung it open to reveal the spooky world inside the old Victorian home’s walls.
With him were Jack Kimble and Ace Riggs. The other Guard members were out on another assignment. No one thought a haunting—or supposed haunting—warranted everyone getting involved.
Isaiah was thankful for the help. It wasn’t that he was afraid. Despite the chilling events of last night, he still didn’t believe in ghosts. He wasn’t ruling out other kinds of threats, but whatever was going on, it had nothing to do with spirits.
No, he was glad to have the guys along because two extra sets of eyes were better than just his.
“You were right. This place is creepy,” Ace said.
“Would make a good haunted attraction,” Jack opined. “’Tis the season and all that.”
Isaiah watched as Jack turned around and slowly took in the sights of the entryway. His eyes even went to the ceiling and up the staircase.
A true detective. Isaiah had known his friend would come in handy here.
“Where do you want us to start?” Ace asked.
On the drive over, Isaiah had talked to them on the phone, briefing them on everything that transpired the night before.
“First things first, let’s sweep the house and make sure we’re alone.”
Ace arched an eyebrow. “You think someone is lurking about?”
Isaiah spread his hands. “It’s possible. I’m pretty sure someone was here last night. I didn’t want to alarm Cami, but my cop instincts are still pretty sharp. There was something going on.”
Ace and Jack exchanged glances.
