Page 184 of Broken Daddy
“I, um, really? You’re sure?”
“Baby, don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”
She let out a deep sigh, nodding. “If they have period panties, I like them. I don’t know if any of them were salvaged when my stuff was packed up. But that’s unlikely so just a packet of pads, please. The kind with wings.”
“You got it. Any brand?”
“Any brand is fine. Size six or eight in panties if they have them.”
“You got it.”
Devi couldn’t believethis was happening.
That he was buying her sanitary products. Nobody had ever done that for her. When she finally had some money, she’d invested in period panties. It meant that she didn’t have to buy stuff each month and she preferred them. Some of them might be in her bags of things that Kent had salvaged, but she didn’t think they had time to go through it.
And she was kind of embarrassed to think of Kent touching her panties.
Yikes.
There was a knock on the door and she realized she hadn’t even locked it after Hayes left or bothered to pull up her panties.
Yeah, she couldn’t bring herself to put them back on.
Hayes slipped in before she could say anything.
“I forgot to lock the door after you left,” she said in a high-pitched voice. “Anyone could have walked in.”
“Donovan wouldn’t have let that happen.”
“Donovan?” Her voice grew even higher.
“I left him watching the door,” he explained as he ripped open the packaging on some panties.
Oh, they had them. Thank God she didn’t have to use these ones anymore.
Hayes also had a bag with him. How much stuff had he bought?
“Donovan knows?” she asked, mortified.
“Baby, Donovan has seven sisters. And a single mom. He was the only man in his house growing up.”
“Seven sisters?” she repeated. “Holy crap.”
“The guy rattled off several things for me to get. Not that I didn’t already know. But he considers himself an expert.”
With that many sisters, he likely was.
“What else did you get?” she asked.
“More panties. Some pads just in case you wanted them too. Two heating pads, one for your tummy and one for your back. They are plug in, though, so I also found those things that you crack and they heat up. They’re meant to go in your shoes, but I figure some heat is better than none. I swear, this place sells everything. Also, fluffy socks and chocolate. Those suggestions were from Donovan. Not sure why fluffy socks would help.”
“Fluffy socks help everything. The answer to your problem? Fluffy socks.”
“Right.” He shot her a look to tell her that he thought she was crazy.
“What color are they?”
“Yellow and white.”
