Page 193 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

“Me? She won’t listen to me.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see the house?” Webb wheedled.

Well, yeah. Of course she would.

Several minutes later, they pulled up outside the house. She climbed out with Webb.

“If Zander finds out you weren’t wearing a belt, he’s going to smack your butt,” Webb warned.

“Then don’t tell him,” she sang. Really, Webb was such a worrywart.

“Good luck with that. He just seems to know things.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s not some sort of clairvoyant.”

“Uh-huh, you keep believing that.”

They strode up the steps, and she was taken aback by how lovely the house was. Seemed such a shame no one lived here.

“What are you guys doing here?” Honey asked. “If you’ve come to harass Charlene, she’s already left.”

Honey’s voice lacked any bite, even if her words were designed to start an argument.

“We didn’t come to see Charlene. We came to tidy up the mess she’d left. Why did you let her go upstairs?” Webb asked.

Honey’s eyes widened. “You were watching us? Do you know what an invasion of privacy that is?”

Webb crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you think Zander would be happy that bitch was on his property, let alone in this house?”

Honey backed down and shot her a look. “So what if she went upstairs?”

“She left Zander a gift,” Webb explained. Honey and Keira followed him upstairs, where he walked over to the pillow and pulled it off, revealing Charlene’s lacy red silk panties.

“Charlene put those there? Are you sure?” Honey asked, looking shocked and ill.

“Yep,” Webb replied. “And I’m not touching them. Not without tongs. She whipped them straight off her ass and left them here.”

“Ew.” Honey wrinkled her nose. “Fine, I’ll take care of them. And I won’t have her over here anymore. It wasn’t my idea anyway.”

“Don’t let her use you, Honey,” Webb said gently.

To Keira’s surprise, Honey just nodded. She and Webb walked outside and drove back to the bunker. His phone rang just as they walked into the basement.

“What?” Webb snapped. “Are you kidding? Is he all right? Well, of course I have to tell her. I’m not . . . yeah . . . did you call Doc? All right. Fuck. Yes, just have him call when he can.”

He ended the call and looked over at her.

Her stomach rolled. “What? What is it?”

“He’s all right, Keira. You have to know, this isn’t the first time this has happened. He always recovers easily.”

“What is it?” Her voice tightened into a squeak.

“It’s Zander. He’s been shot.”

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Fuck.

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