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“I know, but it was the easiest way. I bet she hates me now. I won't ever be able to face her again,” she said.
“Stop being dramatic. She'll forgive you, it may just take some time,” he replied.
Hedda let out a sigh over the phone. “I know, but that doesn't mean I like it. A long time is like forever. Maybe once you become her Daddy, you can tell her to forgive me.”
Miles growled, not liking what she just said.
“It's never going to happen,” he replied.
“Why not? I thought you guys had chemistry. You guys would make a good couple. And don’t lie to me. I saw the way you looked at her in the bookstore. The only reason I went to the car when you said was because of that look. I wanted to give you time to talk to her. I hope you didn’t mess it up. She could be good for you.”
“It's not happening and that's the end of this discussion. I've got to go.”
Miles hung up the phone before Hedda could say anything. He didn't need her riding his ass about getting with Storm. It wasn't any of her business and it wasn't going to happen. It couldn't happen. Storm was too innocent for this life.
He leaned up against the wall and took in several deep breaths. He was already feeling bad regarding what he needed to say to Storm once she got better, but he knew it was for the best.
Or so he hoped.
CHAPTER TEN
STORM
Storm slept through the entire night. When she'd fallen asleep against Miles, she hadn’t expected to sleep all night. Did the medicine he gave her have a sleeping treatment in it?
She felt a lot better today than she did yesterday. It was probably the combination of taking the medicine, being hydrated, eating food, and sleeping that made her feel better. The brief nap he had made her take this morning even though she didn’t want to had probably helped, too.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d recovered this fast. Normally it took her half a week or more to feel better.
For the past hour, she had been sitting on the couch and thinking. Thinking about anything and everything as Miles did something in the kitchen. She felt a connection with him, like she had known him for years and years when in reality it only been a few days.
She felt comfortable with him. It was weird since she barely knew him, but she was going with it. He had made her feel so cherished and taken care of since he’d forced his way into her apartment. Part of her was glad she didn't have the energy yesterday to tell him to get out because she wouldn't have been able to experience this.
It gave her a glimpse into what it was like to be taken care of by somebody who wasn't her parents. It was glorious; well, most of it was. She still couldn't believe she’d gone to the bathroom in front of him and that he’d washed her in the tub. She couldn't believe he’d said yes to all of it.
“What are you thinking about?” Miles asked as he walked into the living room with the sippy cup she’d used yesterday and a bowl.
“Nothing,” she quickly said and looked down at her hands.
How was she ever going to look at him the same? He had been a great Daddy for a short amount of time, and she wanted more. Several times he had called himself Daddy and it took everything in her not to call him that.
“We don't lie, Little one,” he said.
He had given her a lecture this morning about lying before she went down for her nap. It was boring. She knew lying was bad but sometimes it was necessary.
“Do we need to have this conversation again?” he asked.
“What if I was in a bad situation and needed to lie to save my life?” she countered. “Would you want me to tell the truth and get killed?”
His face went cold and she knew she’d made a mistake. There was a reason she hadn’t said it the first time, but she couldn't help herself this time.
Miles set the sippy cup and bowl down on the coffee table before kneeling on the ground in front of her. Grabbing onto her chin, he held her tight so she was looking in his direction.
“You're never going to get into a situation where you could be killed. You're going to be a good girl and stay out of situations like that,” he said. “Do you understand me?”
“I can't help it if somebody comes and robs the store. What if he grabs me as collateral? Threatens my boss that if she doesn’t give him the money, he’ll kill me?”
He did not like her response. She could tell when his grip tightened on her chin and his eyes went darker.
