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She knew that some of his guys were in the woods around them, but they were staying back and he said they wouldn’t interfere.
She led him toward a giant-sized puddle, and found herself smiling at the alarm in his face.
“This puddle is perfect.”
“Like hell,” he muttered. “You jump in this and you – Maeve, no!”
She ignored him, taking a running jump at the puddle and squealing as water shot everywhere, wetting her. She laughed in delight, bouncing up and down. “This is so much fun!”
Why had she thought she didn’t want to do this again? So silly of her. She didn’t care that her pants were wet. That water was getting in her rain boots.
There was something so satisfying about jumping in a puddle. It made her feel carefree.
The last layers of tension and fear eased from her. She knew they weren’t gone for good.
But this was the start of her feeling more like herself.
Suddenly, she realized that Gray was very quiet. She turned and found him standing there.
His jeans were soaked. Even his jacket had splotches of water on it. She realized she must have made a really big splash.
Hmm. She wondered how he felt about mud? There was a big muddy patch right beside the puddle she was in. She rushed over, then crouched down to scoop up a glob of mud. Turning, she flung it right at him.
Her aim had always been terrible.
She’d never been able to play any sort of sport.
And yet, somehow, she managed to get him right in the face.
She started giggling and took off.
“Come here!”
“Daddy, no!”
“Come back here!”
She dodged around the puddle as he tried to grab her. Her laughter filled the air. And when he finally caught up with her, throwing her over his shoulder and smacking her ass, her giggles grew louder.
“Daddy! No! You can’t spank me!” she cried, not caring who could hear her.
“Oh, can’t I!” He smacked his hand down on her ass as he carried her into the house.
“Wait, you’ll get mud everywhere!”
“It’s all right, I’m sure it can be cleaned up,” a deep voice answered.
Markovich.
Oh, hell. She tried to twist and see who was there, but she was facing the wrong way.
Dahlia started giggling. “She got you good, Grampy.”
Gray growled. “If you’ll excuse us.”
“Have fun!” Markovich called back.
Gray carried her into their suite and through to the bathroom. Then he set her on her feet and leaned down to fill the tub. She wondered if she should make a run for it.
