Page 100 of Her Daddies' Everything

“That’s not happening,” a stern voice replied.

She glared up at the person. “You’re mean.”

“Can be.”

“No can about it. Immy wants to sleep.”

“Immy can’t sleep. Or Tobias is gonna have to call the doctor.”

“Tobias can do what he wants.”

“Oh, yeah? So Tobias can spank your ass for going outside in the dark without him?”

Her eyes shot wide open and she sat up straight, the top of her head slamming into his chin.

“Holy shit.”

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” She attempted to scramble off his lap, but he held onto her. “Let me go! I’ll get some ice. Shoot! I’m so sorry!”

“Immy, calm down. Hey, calm down,” he told her, turning her so she straddled his lap.

Okay, this position felt too good. She should really get off his lap. But when she tried to move, he grasped hold of her hips.

“Stay.”

She gulped at the dominance in that one word. Tobias wasn’t a guy who shoved his dominance down your throat. But when he said something, he meant it.

One hand reached for her chin, holding her face in place. “Listen.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“My chin is fine. What is not fine is you breaking the rules and running outside, then getting so worked up that you faint.”

Oh. Right.

Yeah. That.

“Want to explain that to me.” It was a demand, not a question.

And now that she was paying more attention, she could see that he really didn’t look that happy. In fact, he kind of looked like he’d rather be on his own.

Soooo . . . Immy should probably leave him alone.

“Not really,” she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Not really?”

“Yeah. Not really.”

“You know it wasn’t a question.”

“I got that impression. But I chose to think of it as a question.”

“No thinking. Talk.”

“That’s rude,” she muttered.

“Immy. Talk. Now.”

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