Page 69 of Daddies' Captive


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“Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

She totally was. But did that mean she wasn’t going to get them? That was disappointing.

“Your landlord get that security light installed at your place?” he moved forward to open the container on her desk and drew out a piece of brownie.

“Um, yes.” Technically, she’d done it. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Good. You buy this?”

“Uh, no. I made it.”

He took a bite. “Damn. That’s good.”

A flush of pleasure filled her. “Thank you.”

His lips twitched. “Happy now?”

“What?”

“You got your compliment.”

Shoot. So she had.

“Anything you need to tell me?” he asked.

Uh. Was there? She didn’t think so. She searched through her brain. He didn’t need to know that she’d gotten a couple of weird phone calls. From numbers with no caller IDs who’d just hung up.

Or that her period had started yesterday and the cramps were killing her.

Or that she’d eaten way too many jelly beans last night and given herself a tummy ache and a blue tongue. Since the blue and white ones were her favorites.

Or that her neighbor had a party last night and kept her awake. And that he’d been doing that nearly every night this last week and she was on her last nerve.

“Spitfire,” he said firmly.

“Uh, yep.”

“I can see I might need to come in and ask that more often.”

“Huh?”

“Not sure of everything that’s going on in your head, but is there a reason why you told Raul that he didn’t need to keep picking you up for work?”

Oh. That’s why he was here.

She shouldn’t feel a hit of disappointment that he wasn’t here just to see her. Nope. Because that would be silly.

Which she often was. Because she was forever hopeful. Which, given her life and the way things constantly went to shit, was extremely silly.

But here she was . . . being silly once more.

Silly and hopeful.

“It’s a waste of time for him.”

“Waste of time?”

“Yes, I can get myself to work. I don’t need him to take me. So I told him that.”

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