Page 197 of Broken Daddy
Hayes moved his gaze to Devi. “And I’m not just her bodyguard. Come on, baby.” Sweeping her up, he held her against his chest, then shut the door in the other guy’s face.
Not. Happening.
“Right. Go potty,” he said as he placed her in front of the toilet.
“I don’t have to go, you lunatic,” she said to him. “I needed a moment to speak to you and I knew that you, being a completely crazy person, would insist on coming in with me.”
“You lied to me?” he said in a shocked voice. “That’s against the rules.
“The rules don’t apply when you’re being a lunatic.”
“The rules always apply.”
“Hayes! Why are you being weird about my physical therapist?”
Fuck.
How did he explain this without sounding like a lunatic?
“I don’t like him.”
She put her good hand on her hip. “You don’t like him? You just met him!”
“Yes, and I don’t like him.”
Devi ran her good hand down her face. “Hayes, you’re the one who wanted me to come to this therapy. I didn’t want to come. And now you’re saying I can’t do it because you took a dislike to the therapist? I don’t understand.”
Right.
Because he wasn’t going to explain the full reason he didn’t like the guy. That would make him sound like a jealous fool.
Hayes sighed. “I just . . . I don’t like seeing you in pain even though I know you need it.”
That part wasn’t a lie.
“And he’s also younger than I thought. I don’t know if he’s qualified.”
She narrowed her gaze at him, her face filled with suspicion. He didn’t blame her.
“You did the research on him yourself. You know that’s not the case.”
Fuck.
She had him there. Too bad there hadn’t been any photos of him in any of the articles he’d read online.
“Look, if you don’t want me to use him, I won’t. There was another physical therapist you thought was good, right?” she asked.
Yes, but she was over an hour’s drive away.
Fuck.
“We’ll stay,” he said. “I’m just . . . I don’t know. Just don’t smile at him. Or touch him. Or let him touch you.”
“Hayes! He has to touch me, you crazy man.”
Hayes growled. Right. Of course he did.
That didn’t mean he was going to like it.
