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“Probably. Most of it, anyway.”

“She should be free to be whoever she wants. She should never be limited by that asshole.”

“No, she shouldn’t be.”

“Immy shouldn’t be limited by anything,” Jenner said. “She gets whatever she wants and I’m going to see that happens.”

“She’ll probably need help accepting her Little side.”

“You know about Littles because of Cat? Or do you have more experience than that?” Jenner asked him bluntly.

“More experience than that. I’ve been in several relationships, and all of my partners were submissive. Two were Littles.”

“I’ve gone to the club. Spent time with Littles. Time with Cat and Maeve, obviously. But I’ve never dated anyone who was a Little. I’ve barely dated.”

“And yet, from what I’ve seen, all of you act as Immy’s Daddy.”

Jenner gave him a shocked look.

He didn’t know why he was telling him this. He certainly didn’t want to help the other guy gain more of Immy’s affection and love. Nope, he should be actively trying to separate them so he could move on in.

But, fuck, for some reason he couldn’t kick this man when he looked so fucking devastated. When he was upset because of what had been done to his girl.

Their girl.

No. Nope.

He wasn’t going to share her. Immy was going to be his. Tobias could be a selfish asshole with the things that belonged to him. Everyone knew that.

And yet . . . would it be bad to have someone else who was looking out for his girl? Watching over her.

Fuck.

“I’ve got that concert this weekend,” Jenner said suddenly. “Immy won’t be able to come with us, now. She’ll have to stay here. With you.”

“She will,” Tobias said.

“You care about her, don’t you?”

“Yes. I do.”

Jenner nodded. “Just make sure you look after her.” Jenner turned and walked away.

Fucking hell.

He wanted to hate the other man. He wanted to take him down.

What he didn’t want was to feel sorry for him. Or to admire the way he loved Immy. Because Tobias couldn’t be that fucking selfless.

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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Immy let out a cry of surprise. She turned on the step-stool to find Tobias glaring up at her.

“Oh, hello,” she said. “What are you doing?”

Tobias raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s the question I should be asking, don’t you?”

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