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“That’s what I thought you would say.”
He got her situated with a piece of lined paper and a pen. This was going to suck.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“Thanks for taking such good care of me.”
“You never have to thank me for that.”
52
Aidan wasn’t happy.
He was so not happy that she expected steam to start coming out of his ears. He was pacing back and forth across the living room of his house. Livvy had taken the boys next door to visit Sunny and give her some gifts they’d bought for her.
And probably to avoid listening to Aidan lecture Greer.
Although he looked so mad that he was probably going to threaten to spank her again.
Not happening, buddy. Only one man spanks me now.
Yeah . . . maybe she shouldn’t say that to him.
“Why do you have your hand over your mouth? Because you don’t want to explain to me why I’m only now finding out that my baby sister has a stalker?”
She glanced over at Stone, who was leaning against the living room wall and looking far too amused about the fact that she was getting her ass handed to her. She glared at him.
Aidan’s attention moved to him. “And you! You could have told me.”
Stone held his hands up. “Hey, I’m just the hired help. You need to speak to Hack about this.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be fucking talking to Hack. I also need to talk to him about moving my baby sister into his house. Come on, we’re leaving.”
She jumped to her feet, removing her hand from her mouth. “Uh, where are we going?”
“To move you back in here!”
“I’m not moving back in here.”
“Yes, you are! You aren’t living with Hack!”
“Why not? Don’t you like Hack?” she asked.
“I did. And I’ll even go to his funeral and say nice things about him because we used to be friends.”
“His funeral?” she asked.
“Yes,” Aidan muttered. “Because he’s a dead man once I get my hands on him.”
She looked over at Stone with wide eyes. The other man was smirking.
“This isn’t funny,” she hissed. “He’s going to hurt Hack.”
“I don’t think Hack’s going to just lie down and take it, do you?” Stone replied.
“No. That makes it worse. I don’t want my brother and my, ah, um . . .”
