Page 89 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Fucking hell.”

“You can breathe easy,” Jenner said dryly. “She’s talking about my lucky wristband.” He held up his hand to display the leather wristband.

“Oh. Thank fuck,” Tobias muttered, shifting around.

“What did you think I meant?” she asked curiously.

The two men stared at each other.

“Uh, nothing,” Tobias said.

“You should put me down,” she told Tobias.

He didn’t do it. No big surprise there. He never did what she asked.

“Those aren’t your sheets,” Jenner pointed out.

“No. They’re Abe’s.”

“Why do you have Abe’s sheets?” Jenner asked.

“Because I said that I would wash them.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Sampson boomed as he came up the stairs.

“How is he not broke?” Tobias asked.

“What?” Jenner asked, sounding surprised.

“He swears more than I do. How has he not gone broke, paying into the swear jar?”

“That’s a good question.” Immy eyed Sampson. “Do you pay a dollar into the swear jar every time you say a swear word?”

“Course I do,” Sampson said without flinching.

“And how often do you take a dollar back out?” Jenner asked.

“Every time after I pay it in.”

“Hey! That’s cheating!” she cried.

“Guessing you guys don’t know why the swear jar exists,” Tobias said.

“What do you mean?” Jenner asked.

She glared up at Tobias. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

He grimaced. “Sorry, sweetness.”

“What does that mean, Immy?” Jenner asked.

Tobias finally set her down on her feet, only for Jenner to pick her up.

“Am I going to be allowed to walk again?” she cried.

“Hush. Now, tell me what the swear jar money is for,” Jenner demanded.

“I thought you just spent it on stuff around here or something,” Sampson said.

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