Page 249 of Broken Daddy
“You were lifting a crate?” he said loudly.
She winced. Shoot.
“Are you injured?”
“No, I’m fine. I can walk. I’m going to head back to the cabin.”
“No, you’ll stay right there and I’m calling Jed. He’ll come get you.”
“No, don’t do that! He’s busy with Daisy. She’s having a bad day.”
He let out a shuddering breath. “Christ, when you didn’t answer my call straight away . . .”
Devi winced, feeling terrible. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be tomorrow when I plug that naughty bottom and spank it,” he growled. “You’re supposed to finish work at five.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Did you eat dinner?”
“Umm.”
“Oh, my girl doesn’t want to sit comfortably for a week, does she? What about lunch?”
“I need to consult my Little lawyer before I answer your questions,” she told him.
“So that’s a no,” he said in a dark voice. “You are in so much trouble.”
“Daddy! You need to be nice to Devi! I have owies.”
“Put me on video call.”
Oh crap. Why did she say that? Now he was going to freak out. Hayes did not deal well with her being sick or injured. A few months ago, she’d developed a sore throat and tried to keep it from him. Unfortunately, that hadn’t worked when it got so painful she could barely talk. She’d ended up on antibiotics for strep.
And then as soon as she’d recovered, she’d been spanked for trying to keep it from him and she’d had to write lines.
It had sucked.
Still, she never wanted him to worry about her. About losing her like he had May.
She put him on video call. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Show me.”
Sighing, she held up her sore hand. Then she drew up her pants to show him her knees.
“See? Nothing that bad.”
“Devi?” someone called out from outside.
“Who did you message?” she asked him.
“Zeke. Tell him where you are.”
With a sigh, she yelled out. “Zeke! I’m in here.”
The door opened and Zeke stepped inside, his eyebrows rising as he took her in.
