Page 176 of Broken Daddy
“We can do that?” she asked.
“Yes, but you have to stop crying. Please,” he said almost desperately.
“Okay, I will try.”
“Thank you,” he told her.
“What are road trip snacks?”
“Ahh, baby, you’re in for a treat.”
They pulled over about twenty minutes later after he made a quick call to Donovan who was driving behind them. She didn’t know whose vehicles these were. It was different from the other one he’d driven around Angel. Maybe they’d rented them for the drive.
“Wait in the car until Daddy helps you out,” Hayes ordered before climbing out of the vehicle.
Devi blushed. He didn’t expect her to call him Daddy while they were in public, did he?
She watched him walk around the truck, his gaze on his surroundings. Was he expecting something bad? Was it possible that Fury was following them?
That was unlikely right? Would he really go that far just because she’d blabbed to the cops?
Devi swallowed heavily. Maybe.
He opened the door and grabbed hold of the pillow, putting it on the floor before undoing her seatbelt and drawing away the blanket.
“We don’t have to stop if it’s dangerous,” she said as he lifted her down from the truck.
“I’d never stop if it was dangerous,” he told her. “But it pays to be vigilant just in case.”
All right then.
He wrapped an arm around her back and walked with her into the service station.
“Donovan is staying outside but he wants snacks,” Hayes said as they stopped in the aisle with the potato chips.
Yummy.
“Right. Pick a bag for us and for Donovan,” he told her before they moved onto the chocolate aisle. By the time they finished they had more snacks than three people could really eat.
“Are you sure?” she whispered to him as they headed to the counter.
“Baby, it’s a road trip and your first one. We have to do it properly. Besides, you’ve lost more weight and I don’t like it.”
Those last words were said grumpily but she didn’t take offense.
He just wanted to keep her healthy. When they walked back out, she managed to trip over something by the door and he quickly picked her up, managing to put her on his hip, the bag in his other hand.
“Daddy!” she cried quietly. “You can’t carry me like this!”
“Is your arm all right? Did you jolt it? Hurt it?” he asked.
Her arm was in a sling to protect it and it had barely moved.
“It’s fine.”
“You’re not lying?” He set her down by the car to open the door.
“Of course not! I don’t lie.” Much. Only when really necessary.
