Page 42 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Wow, you’re a big guy, huh?” she said.

God, Immy! I can’t believe you just said that.

“You remember that your friend has a stalker?” he demanded.

“Are you her stalker? There’re three of you!”

“I look like a stalker?”

Immy raised her hands in the air, starting to get irritated. “I don’t know! How am I supposed to know what a stalker looks like? I’ve never met one.”

“Well, most don’t knock on the front door.”

Good point.

“A sneaky one might,” she grumbled.

His lips actually twitched. “So I look like a sneaky stalker?”

“Well, kind of. Now that you mention it.”

“I never mentioned it, Red. You did.”

She gasped. “Red? That is such an unoriginal nickname. Do better.”

“All right, Freckles.”

“Freckles!” she cried.

“Pippi?”

She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. “Pippi? Really?”

His lips twitched again. “Hmm, how about Cherry? I like Cherry.”

Darn it.

She couldn’t think of a reason to complain about Cherry. Because it was kind of cute.

Urgh.

But he was still annoying. And who was he?

“Who are you? What’s going on here?”

She jumped and turned to see Sampson walking toward them. “Immy, come here.”

The guy leaning against the door didn’t look concerned at all as Sampson scowled at him.

Sampson was a huge guy. Built and tall. But this guy could give him a run for his money. He was maybe an inch shorter, however he looked wider.

Yep. She did not want to see the two of them fighting.

Immy took several steps back, then turned and rushed over to Sampson. She knew the rules. If there was any perceived danger, she was supposed to do exactly as they said.

Sampson swept her behind his back and stepped toward the other man.

“Who are you? What do you want? And how the fuck did you get in here?” Sampson demanded.

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