Page 180 of Broken Daddy
Oh no.
Was that a ‘I need to pee badly’ cramp? Or a ‘you’re already having a horrid time so your body is going to make it even worse because it hates you’ cramp?
If she was a betting person she’d go for the latter. Because, honestly, that just seemed to be her life at the moment.
“You need to keep yourself healthy and follow all safety rules. Which includes not leaving my cabin unless you are with me or someone I approve of.”
“I thought Sanctuary Ranch was well-guarded?”
“It is. Still not risking your safety to other people. All it takes is for someone to fuck up and the place could be breached.”
“You have control issues,” she told him.
“Less chance of things going wrong when I’m in charge,” he said.
“You can’t control the whole world.”
“Don’t want to control the whole world,” he replied. “Just need to control my part of it so that nothing goes wrong.”
Devi wanted to point out that that was impossible. But then she remembered what happened to his wife.
It was no wonder he wanted some form of control.
She also understood the reasons behind all these rules. May’s death had traumatized him. Devi wondered if she’d ever find someone to love her as much as he’d loved May.
She guessed he thought that surrounding her in ridiculous rules would help keep her safe. What she didn’t understand is why he cared so much. She wasn’t his wife. And she knew that he could never love her.
As much as she might wish he was truly her fiancé.
Don’t think about that right now.
Sighing, she shifted around.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded. “Are you in pain?”
“No. Not really.”
“Not really?” He turned his head to her. “Remember your rule about telling me what you need?”
She might have resisted telling him for longer if another cramp hadn’t caught her by surprise. Breathing through it, she leaned back as it eased.
“Toilet. Please.”
“Right.”
It was another five minutes before they reached a rest area. By that stage she was in a bad way. The pain was getting more intense and she desperately had to pee.
He got her out of the car and carried her to the bathroom.
“I can walk.”
“Not sure that’s true.” Hayes walked straight into one of the unisex toilets for wheelchair users and shut the door behind them, locking it.
“You can’t stay in here with me!”
“I’ve stayed in the bathroom plenty of times with you,” he pointed out.
“But not anymore. Out! Out. Please. I deserve some privacy. Out.”
