Page 51 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Immy?”

How did he know her name?

“Immy? You remember me? Tobias.”

Now he was giving her his name? That must mean that . . . wait, Tobias?

One of Alejandro’s men was called Tobias.

Immy blinked and stared up into the big man’s worried face. He was a good-looking guy with dark hair that was cut short at the sides and longer on top. He was wearing a black jacket and jeans and she could see hints of a tattoo at the bottom of his neck.

“Tobias?” she whispered.

“That’s right.” He crouched down and pointed at his chest. “Tobias.”

Wait. How did she get onto the floor? And pressed into a corner of the kitchen?

Oh heck.

He was going to think she was a complete basket case.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Sooo,” she said. “It’s a funny story, really.”

He raised a thick eyebrow. Wow. How was he so calm and collected? He was the epitome of cool. She wished she could be like that.

She was the epitome of . . . a walking disaster.

Certainly not calm and collected. Or sexy and cool.

Okay. Did you really just think about this guy as sexy? You don’t even know him. Get your head together, Immy.

Also, you’re still sitting on the floor. You might want to get up.

“Somehow, I don’t think it will be.”

She managed to scramble up onto her feet, nearly tumbling over again in her haste. While he stood out of his crouch like it was the easiest thing in the world to do.

Wow. “How are you so graceful for a big guy? Shouldn’t you kind of bumble about? Or make noise as you move?”

“Not fucking King Kong, Cherry.”

“Close to it. And you owe a dollar to the swear jar.”

His lips twitched. “You’re sassy, huh?”

Sassy? Her? Never. Well, maybe sometimes.

“Swear jar?” he asked.

“It’s on the bench. A dollar each time you swear.”

“Guess I’m gonna be broke. You gonna tell me?”

“Tell you what?” she whispered.

“The story.”

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