Page 33 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Maeve, oh my God! What happened? Alejandro! Alejandro! Come here!”

“What? What is it?” Alejandro asked off-camera, sounding frantic.

“Maeve está herida! ¡Necesito que mates a alguien!”

“What? What the fuck!” Alejandro’s face appeared on the screen. “How did you get hurt? And who am I killing?”

Cat was speaking rapidly in Spanish in the background.

“How bad is my face?” Maeve whispered to Immy as Alejandro tried to calm Cat down.

“Pretty bad,” Immy told her. What was going on? What had happened to Maeve?

“Eric will be here soon,” Jenner said, entering the room again. “That Cat?”

“Yes, it is me,” Cat said, her accent pronounced. “Someone needs to tell me what happened. Now.”

“Yes, we’d all like to know what happened,” Sampson added.

Immy listened on in horror as Maeve told them about her stalker, about the notes he’d left her.

And then how he’d attacked her.

God. Immy would be an absolute mess. Maeve was so strong. And she’d stabbed him with her knife? Sampson had made them all self-defense packs, but she hadn’t thought any of them would have to use them.

You’re a dumb idiot, Immy.

Of course the world isn’t safe.

“I took off without my duffle,” Maeve cried. “I’m really going to miss my stuff. My velvet jacket and shoes. My bedspread.”

“I promise we’ll replace them,” Immy told her. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

This was something she could do. She was useless at anything else. All she was good for was making food and buying stuff.

What she really needed to be able to do was hunt this bastard down and gut him with the knife that Sampson had given her.

Okay. Whoa. Where had that thought come from?

Poor Maeve. She’d gone through so much with her stepfather and her learning disabilities. Then to lose the notebook that Sampson had made for her . . .

“I did send an email through Jenner’s fan page,” Maeve told them.

“Shoot,” Immy said with a frown. “Penny should be checking that daily.” Why hadn’t she told Immy?

“She’s probably overwhelmed,” Maeve said.

“I’ll check the account. Penny isn’t on top of things like James was. I miss his efficiency,” Immy said with a sigh.

“Don’t miss his creepiness,” Abe said.

“He wasn’t creepy,” Immy protested. He’d always been nice to her.

“Maybe not to you,” Abe said. “But he looked at me like he wanted to rip off my skin and become me.”

“Abe!” Immy said. “That’s gross.”

The guys spent the next few minutes arguing over where Maeve would stay. Here or in New York with Cat and Alejandro. Finally, they won the argument. Mostly because Cat and Alejandro were meant to be going to Mexico for their honeymoon.

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