Page 41 of Her Daddies' Everything

She hated being without her handbag M&Ms!

“Not by yourself,” Jenner said firmly.

Sampson was frowning at the door to Maeve’s room. “I don’t think we should leave her with him.”

“Why not?”

“Because we know nothing about him.”

Immy just grabbed Sampson’s hand tugging him along. “Maeve trusts him.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy.”

“Sampson, you have to trust that Maeve knows what she’s doing. And that sexy guy in there looked like he would kill anyone who tried to get through him to get to her.”

“Sexy guy? Seriously, Immy?” Jenner asked, sounding slightly disgusted.

“He is sexy!” she told him. “It’s not my fault that you can’t see it.”

“I don’t want to see it,” he said as they reached the nurses’ station.

“Right, well, he is. Now, can you use that charm of yours to get us in to see Abe?”

Jenner shot her a look, then sighed and nodded. “I’m on it.”

8

Immy took a bite of Twizzler as she answered the knock on the door.

She didn’t know where everyone else was. It was odd for her to be the one to answer the door.

Opening it, she gaped up at the three men standing there.

Wowsers.

They were scary looking. Covered in tattoos. Wild. Savage. Tough. Mean.

Yeah, she was running out of adjectives to describe them and she suddenly became aware that she was just standing there, gaping at them.

She hastily swallowed her mouthful. “I . . . I . . . who’re you?”

The biggest one of the three, who actually seemed to have the least amount of tattoos, stepped forward.

“Last time you do that.”

Um. Huh?

“Last time I do what?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.

The other two stepped in and he nodded his head. They started moving through the house.

What were they doing? Where were they going?

“Open the door without knowing who is on the other side.” He shut the door behind him, then leaned against it, studying her.

Yeah.

She figured that probably would be the last time she did that.

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