Page 57 of Her Daddies' Everything

“But you need your sleep too.”

“You’re more important.”

That really wasn’t true, but she appreciated the sentiment. He ushered her up the stairs and she turned to give Tobias a smile. Until she realized that she was pretending not to know him.

That was going to be tough.

He wasn’t the sort of man you could easily ignore.

Jenner tuckedImmy back into bed.

“What can I do to help you sleep? Chamomile tea? A heating pad? A head rub?”

For some reason, she started blushing.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing,” she muttered. “I don’t know what will help me sleep. I feel wide awake.”

There was something she wasn’t telling him and he didn’t like it.

“Did Tobias scare you? Did he say something?”

Her eyes widened. “Like what? I mean, no, of course not. He was really . . . nice.”

Nice? That wasn’t a word that he would use to describe the big guy downstairs. He worked for Alejandro, so he was likely involved in criminal activities. Jenner wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the details of his background, or if he’d ever been in jail. He’d fielded plenty of complaints from the neighbors about all the guards Alejandro had sent. Thankfully, all of them but Tobias and Saint had left. They were taking turns patrolling. So far the stalker hadn’t been back.

And he didn’t expect that they would be. Not with Maeve gone. However, Alejandro was erring on the side of caution. And Jenner couldn’t really protest that.

Whatever kept his family safest was what he was going to choose. So he sent bribes to the neighbors and he’d agreed that Tobias and Saint could stay on.

For the moment.

But if he got any hint that they were doing something that they shouldn’t be . . . or if they were intimidating or scaring Immy . . . then they were out and he’d have to hire more security himself.

“Nice?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah.” She yawned and blinked slowly. He kneeled next to the bed and ran his fingers through her hair the way he knew she liked. “He is a bit weird, though.”

“Weird, how?”

That was it. He needed to go.

Why? Because he’s weird? Or because you didn’t like the way that he looked at Immy? Or how close she was standing next to him?

Immy could date.

Jenner didn’t have to like it, though.

Fuck. His feelings when it came to Immy were so fucked up that even he didn’t know how to describe them. Or what to do with them. He adored her. Loved her.

She was so pure and sweet and innocent.

That had to be protected at all costs. He had to protect Immy from everyone and everything.

Including himself.

“He doesn’t eat cookies.”

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