Page 117 of Her Daddies' Everything

It was also a place he could feel right at home. However, it wasn’t somewhere he thought that Immy should be.

How had she even found this place? The only signage was a board on the door that said Fred’s Bar.

What a name.

But he didn’t sense any issues, so he walked around and opened her door, holding out his hand. “Let’s go, Immy. Still can’t believe I agreed to this.”

Tobias shut the door to her vehicle and led her to the door. “Are you sure this place is safe?”

“Of course it is. Stop being such a worrywart.” She actually patted his arm.

As they walked in, everyone stopped what they were doing to turn and stare at them. This place was even more of a dive on the inside that it had been on the outside.

And he hadn’t thought that was possible.

Where did all these people come from? Had they stopped in here on their way home from work?

“Immy,” he said in a low voice. “We need to leave.” He was confident of his ability to defend her, but there were at least half a dozen guys in here who were armed.

“What? No. I don’t want to leave. Hey, guys. How are you all?” She waved at everyone, then moved toward the bar. Before he realized it, she was at least five feet away from him.

Oh no.

That wasn’t happening. He quickly moved toward her, wrapping a hand around her wrist to bring her to a stop. “What do you think you’re doing? What was the rule?”

“Oh. Oops.” She shot him a look over her shoulder. “My bad.”

Her bad?

Nope. That wasn’t going to fly. But before he could scold her and decide on an appropriate punishment, the guy at the table in front of them stood up. He had to be six-foot-eight and well over two hundred pounds. His hair was shaved close to his scalp and he had a facial tattoo on his right cheek.

And he was scowling right at Tobias.

Tobias straightened. Fuck. He should never have allowed Immy to talk him into this. What was he thinking?

He’d been thinking that she looked so sad and he just wanted to see her smile . . . that’s what he’d been thinking.

And now they were both in trouble.

“Immy, get behind me. Now.”

“Why? What’s going on?” She glanced around in confusion.

Holy. Fuck.

This girl should never be allowed outside. At all.

“Immy? This fuckwit bothering you?” the behemoth asked in a low, rumbling voice.

Wait. He knew Immy’s name?

“Hey, Jase, how you rocking?” Immy said cheerfully. “And no, Tobias is my bodyguard.”

Jase? She knew him? And seriously, his name was Jase? He looked more like a Rock or a Boulder than a Jase.

“Don’t like the way he just grabbed you,” Jase rumbled.

“That’s because I’m not supposed to go more than an arm’s length away from him. My bad.”

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