Page 200 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

“Uh, no.”

“Then either we’re in your room or you’re moving your stuff because we’re not sleeping apart.”

“I guess I’ll move my stuff then.” She’d been in his room and the bed was bigger, plus she thought he’d just be more comfortable there.

He grunted. She moved around to slide herself under his good arm.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you. Just lean on me.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening. I’m twice your weight. I’m not leaning on you.”

“I’m strong. I can handle it.”

“My arm is injured, not my legs. I’m fine.”

“You sure, boss?” Webb asked. “I could pick you up in my arms and carry you.”

“Try it and I’ll shoot you,” Zander snarled at him.

She stared up at him. She could tell it wasn’t an idle threat. “I think there’s been enough shooting.”

Zander turned to her, and his face softened. “You’re right, baby girl.” Leaning down, he kissed her and when he drew back, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Come on, let’s go do a debrief.”

“You need to go to bed!” she protested.

“After a debrief.”

They all walked to the elevator. When they went to step out at the basement level, they nearly crashed into Miles.

“I just got a ping on one of Kansas’ aliases! He’s in California.”

* * *

About an hour later,she managed to get Zander to his room.

She could tell he was exhausted and in pain. Stubborn man.

“Sit down. Do you want something? I’ll get you some water. What about a snack?” She piled up the pillows. Then she grabbed a bottle of water out of the small bar fridge, it was the same as the one he’d put in her room.

It was a very masculine room. All done in dark leather. There was nothing personal in here, though. Which made her a bit sad, even though the only thing she carried around with any sentimental value was Squeaks.

“Come here, baby girl,” he said gently after sitting on the side of the bed.

She walked over, but instead of perching on his knee as he indicated, she kneeled to take off his shoes, placing the water on the bedside table.

“I can do that.”

She shook her head. She had to keep busy. Because if she didn’t, she was very much afraid she was going to lose control of her emotions. When his shoes were off, she stood.

“Hop in and I’ll tuck you in. Are you sure you don’t want something to eat? I can go make you something.” She had no idea what, since she couldn’t exactly cook. Toast. She could make toast.

“No. I don’t want you going anywhere. I want you to come sit right here.” He patted his knee again.

“I’ll hurt you.”

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