Page 12 of Her Daddies' Everything

She tightened her hand on him as the car started to move. “Do you really believe that?”

“I don’t know . . . you know, of course I don’t believe that. You know me, I like to worry about everything. That’s my job, to think of all possible scenarios and how to troubleshoot them.”

She eyed him for a long moment. Was he just placating her? Telling her that to put her at ease?

“Why aren’t you wearing your seatbelt?” he suddenly barked.

“What? Oh. Yes, Sorry.”

She immediately drew her seatbelt on and buckled it in. Her mind was stuck back in the past.

She hadn’t been certain she’d leave the cult alive. The guys had always been completely positive. Certain that Cat would come through and save them.

And she had.

But there were times that Immy had cried herself to sleep, worried about her friends. Worried that not all of them would make it out.

And even if they did, that they’d be changed people.

“Immy, honey, don’t stress, yeah?” Abe said, squeezing her hand. “I should never have said anything.”

“I’m not going to break. You can tell me stuff.”

“Of course I can.”

She knew he was just saying that. Because she wouldn’t be the first person he came to with anything that was concerning him. Which was okay, as long as he talked to someone. The last thing she wanted was his blood pressure going through the roof or for him to get an ulcer.

“Have you told anyone about your feeling?” she asked.

“Honey, it’s just a feeling. It’s dumb and there’s no need to worry anyone with it. Guess I was just left with a heightened sense of awareness, you know?”

Yes, she got that.

But she thought they’d all settled down after a few years out of the cult. And she’d never noticed Abe being this jumpy before.

Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out, sighing as she looked down at the group message.

“You sent out a group message?” she asked tiredly.

Cupcakes. Maybe she really was getting ill.

“Yes. Everyone needs to know that you’re ill so we can all take care of you.”

“Abe! I’m fine.” Her phone started to buzz and she groaned at the number of messages from the others. “They’re all going nuts, thinking that I’m ill.”

“You don’t look well.”

She shot him a dark look and her phone buzzed again. With a sigh, she read the messages.

Sampson:What do you mean, she’s ill? What sort of ill?

Isaiah:You’re taking her to the hotel?

Jenner:I just saw her before. She seemed fine. Maybe a bit tired. I shouldn’t have left her.

Abe:I’ll call a doctor when we get to the hotel.

She shot Abe a grumpy look.“I will take your phone off you.”

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