Page 196 of Broken Daddy
Of course, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
“Let’s go.”
He wrapped an arm around her and turned her away.
“Umm.” The male physical therapist who had just come out of the back room to get Devi spoke up. “Where are you going? Is there something wrong? I can assure you that Devi is in good hands.”
Good hands. Right.
Let those hands touch his girl? He didn’t think so.
That guy was so gorgeous even he could see that and he wasn’t into men at all.
No. Nope.
Not fucking happening.
Good hands. He snorted.
“Hayes, you’re acting like a lunatic,” Devi whispered to him, standing on his foot.
Shit.
“Baby, you’re on my foot,” he told her gently. Her feet usually tripped her up, not him.
“I know,” she told him. “I’m trying to stop you from walking away from the appointment thatyouinsisted I come to.”
“Now, you’re leaving. We’ll find another therapist.”
“Is there something wrong? Do you need to see my credentials?” the far-too-attractive therapist asked.
Fuck.
“Hayes, stop it,” she said, before turning to the other man. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but you don’t have to show us anything. Except maybe where the toilet is. Sorry. I have to go.”
“Baby, why didn’t you say so,” Hayes said. “Where’s the toilet?”
That last part was barked at the other man who gave him a narrow-eyed look. “It’s through there.”
“Come on, baby.” He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the door. Then he set her down. “Stay.”
Hayes checked the bathroom and found it was a large room with one toilet and a walk-in shower.
“There’s no one in there. I could have told you that,” the physical therapist told them with some bewilderment in his voice.
“Sorry, he’s a bit overprotective,” Devi told the other man, whose name she didn’t even know yet. “He thinks I might be in danger and he’s acting as my bodyguard.”
“Oh, that’s right. You’re staying at JSI because of some gang members giving you trouble, right? You’re in no danger here, though. There’s no one else here but us. I’m Leighton, by the way.” He gave her a soft look.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Hayes told him as he glared at the other man.
Nope.
This wasn’t happening.
That guy was looking at her with far too much . . . tenderness.
He wasn’t being professional at all.
