Page 11 of Her Daddies' Everything

“I do not feel hot.”

“You do.”

“Don’t you have some work to do?” she asked desperately. “Where’s your phone? You should be on your phone.”

“You are more important than work,” he told her, taking her hand in his.

That was so sweet and she would have appreciated the sentiment under other circumstances.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the hotel and into bed. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t well?”

“Because I’m fine, Abe,” she said with exasperation. “Why won’t you listen to me?”

“Fine? Being pale, dizzy, and running a fever is not fine. That tells me that you’re ill. I’m going to message the others.”

“No! Don’t message the others!” she cried, trying to reach for his phone. She held onto his arm, but he used his free hand to type out a message.

Cupcakes!

Why did he have to be so good at typing one-handed?

“Abe! I’m fine. I don’t want to go to bed on my own.”

“Who the hell would you be planning to go to bed with?”

No one.

Sure, she might dream about Jenner falling madly in love with her and taking her to bed. She wanted her first time to be with him. She was certain he’d treat her like a princess.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she muttered. “I just don’t want to go to bed early.”

Abe grunted as he started moving again.

This time, he had his arm around her shoulders and his phone was in his hand, but he wasn’t on it.

Unicorn poop.

She was definitely in trouble. When Abe was on his phone working, she could usually get away with anything. But when he decided to focus on something, he gave it his full attention.

And that included her.

He walked outside and headed to a waiting town car that would take them to the hotel. Opening the door, he ushered her in as his gaze moved around their surroundings.

“Is everything okay?” she asked worriedly.

Why was he acting so alert? As though he anticipated a threat around every corner?

Her nerves started to jitter.

“Nothing,” he said as he climbed in. “I just get a weird feeling every now and then.”

Reaching over, she clasped his hand. “It’s all behind us, you know. We’re free.”

And they were.

They’d been free of the cult for years. They’d all gotten out safe. Some of them a bit more battered and bruised. But safe.

“Yeah, I know,” Abe said grimly. “Just sometimes it feels like there’s someone watching. Or like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. You know? As though the evil that was that place isn’t done with us yet.”

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