Page 17 of Broken Daddy

But there was something inside her telling her to be a good girl. A huff of air escaped her and she pressed her upper lip to the creamy soup, testing it.

Perfect.

She ate the mouthful.

Delicious.

There wassomething wrong with him.

Why couldn’t he keep his gaze off the girl? She was nothing to him. Yet, he kept gazing over at her, watching as she ate the soup quickly, as though she was worried it might disappear.

Why was she so hungry?

When was the last time she’d eaten? Was she skipping meals?

She was quite tall for a woman and thin. May had had abundant curves and she’d barely topped five foot. She’d often complained about her height and the fact that she could never reach anything without a stool.

He’d loved all her curves, her wide hips and bouncy ass.

Devi was all sharp angles. But perhaps that was because she didn’t eat enough. Not that he was comparing them.

He didn’t care. She was literally no one to him. He’d hopefully be going back to Sanctuary Ranch in Montana. Then on to a new job with new people.

She’d be carrying on with her life.

And yet he still felt irritated by the fact that she was obviously starving.

Why? She worked two jobs. Something else that annoyed him.

There was something wrong with him. He’d left Donovan guarding both Sondra and Alan to come here and relax. To try and get rid of the irritation riding him.

And all he’d done was increase his agitation.

Thanks to this girl.

She got up and grabbed her plate, rushing it into the kitchen. He held back a wince. He really didn’t think she should be running around with things in her hands. She had proven to be rather clumsy and she could easily trip and fall.

Again, not your business.

Hayes nursed his single beer as she reappeared and started serving the patrons in the small bar. It was run down, but clean and it didn’t smell.

He’d thought it might be quiet especially on a Wednesday night, but as he sat there, more and more people appeared. And Devi seemed to know the name of everyone.

Good memory for names and faces.

She was also nosy which probably helped. No doubt people confessed a number of things to her while she worked.

Hayes wasn’t sure how he felt about her knowing why he was here. Then again, it wasn’t exactly a secret.

However, he didn’t want her figuring out anything more.

And not just because it wasn’t her business. Sometimes knowing too much could be dangerous.

And he didn’t like the idea of this girl being in danger.

She was too sweet. Too innocent. He watched her rush around, delivering drinks and food with a smile for everyone. She lit up the rundown tavern. She’d had one accident and about three near misses. Which seemed to be a minor miracle for her.

He finished his beer, grimacing since it was now warm.