Page 247 of Santa Daddies
Hmm. Was she lying to him? That was naughty. But he bit back his need to scold her. He’d done enough of that lately and in no way did he want to remind her of fucking George.
“You have my number in your phone.” It wasn’t a question, he’d made her do it while they drove up here, then he’d had her call him so he had her number too.
“Yes, Sir.” She flipped out a salute.
“You’ve hung out with Joey too long.”
She grinned at him.
“But you can feel free to call me Sir, anytime,” he told her. “Especially in the bedroom.”
Her mouth dropped open slightly. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her lower lip. Then he dipped down, but he simply pressed his lips to her forehead. “I want you to call me if you need me. Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Such a good girl. Eat your dinner. Message me when you go to bed. Get a good sleep.” He grimaced at the barked orders. But when he drew back, she was smiling at him.
He got the idea that he amused her.
Anson forced himself to leave. As much as he wanted to stay, this was her time to heal and think.
And he had some research to do. When he got to the truck, he sighed and got in.
“Everything all right? Think she’ll be okay on her own?” Joey asked.
“She will be. She has our numbers.”
“Maybe one of us should stay?”
Anson wanted that more than anything. He felt his stomach tighten into a knot as he drove away from her. “She needs some time to herself.”
“Some bastard treated her badly, didn’t they?” Joey asked.
“Yeah. They did.” He cleared his throat. “This is between us.”
Joey mimed zipping his mouth and throwing away the key.
“He mistreated her. Made her feel like she was stupid and couldn’t do anything right. He also made her feel small for her . . . needs.”
Joey turned to face him. “She’s a Little like me.”
Surprise filled him. “How’d you figure that out?”
“I have an excellent Little radar,” he said.
Anson shot him a quick look of disbelief as he parked in his garage.
“And she told me about her toy mouse,” he said before jumping out of the truck and rushing into the cabin.
Anson followed his brother through the covered walkway to the cabin. This hadn’t existed before he’d hurt himself, but he’d needed it after to easily get from his house to the garage.
“Joey, you probably shouldn’t have done that,” he told him before noticing that his brother had come to a sudden stop.
He glanced over, surprised to find Lochlan sitting in an armchair, sipping on a coffee as he checked something on his phone.
Lochlan glanced up, his gaze moving over Joey with a hunger that Anson was shocked he didn’t hide better.
“What did Joey do?” Lochlan asked.
