Page 163 of Her Daddies' Everything

She opened the door, expecting to see Abe or Sampson. Instead, Tobias was standing there.

Surprise filled her. “Tobias, hi. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I wanted to check up on you. Make sure you were all right.”

“I’m fine,” she told him.

“Immy.”

Surprisingly, the warning came from Jenner, not Tobias.

She shot Jenner a look. “What?”

“You’re lying.”

“I am not!”

“Baby, you’re doing the potty dance.”

“I am not doing the potty dance!” she cried, outraged. Then she glanced down at where her feet were dancing.

Shoot.

“This is not a potty dance!” she said.

“But you were lying,” Jenner said. “You always do the potty dance when you’re lying.”

“Jenner! Stop calling it a potty dance,” she commanded.

He simply grinned over at Tobias. “It’s a potty dance.”

“No, it’s not. Because if it was a potty dance, I’d need to go potty.”

“Do you need to go potty?” Tobias asked in a deep voice.

“No, I do not.”

Oh cupcakes!

“You need to go potty,” Tobias said in a confident voice.

She raced toward the bathroom. “I didn’t until the two of you started talking about it. And can we please stop calling it a potty dance!”

Lord.

They were exasperating. She raced into the bathroom, and used the toilet. Then as she washed her hands, she stared into the mirror. There was a light flush on her cheeks and her eyes were twinkling.

She shouldn’t be feeling so . . . happy right now.

Cat had just been kidnapped. Rafael was still in the hospital. There were people out there with Sentinel tattoos. Two of them were dead, but who knew if there were more? And if one of them might come after her?

So yeah, she shouldn’t feel so light and happy.

But she did. And it was because of the two men in that room.

Which was another issue.

Two men. One of her.

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