Page 250 of Broken Daddy

She attempted to pull herself up, but he held up his hand. “Stay where you are.”

“Zeke!” Hayes said demandingly.

“I’m here.”

“Carry her into the house. Check her over. If she needs Doc, send for him and then make sure she eats. She hasn’t eaten all day.”

“I had breakfast,” she protested. “And I can walk. It’s just a couple of bruises.”

“Zeke,” Hayes said demandingly.

“I’m on it, boss.” Zeke gave him a salute.

“Surrounded by smart asses. Call me back in ten,” he bossed.

“I think I’m in trouble,” she said to Zeke.

“I know you’re in trouble, sweetheart.”

Hayes creptinto the cabin later that night.

He’d done his best to get home earlier but he couldn’t get the plane to fly faster. And fucking Donovan had insisted on driving from the airport to here. Something about him being too overwrought to drive.

Asshole was so dramatic.

But he was home now and relief filled him.

He hated being away from his girl. Kent no longer sent him on anything that was longer than twenty-four hours. Mostly, he was helping set up security jobs or doing local work in Montana. Today, he and Donovan had been escorting a famous actress to an afternoon premiere in Seattle. Thankfully, she hadn’t needed them the whole night.

Hayes knew that he overreacted whenever Devi got the slightest scratch or sniffle. But he was working on it.

It was definitely a work in progress.

After showering, he climbed into bed.

Zeke had sent photos of her knees and hand and they weren’t that bad. He’d also sent a photo of her eating, then in bed.

Asshole was going to tease him about this, but Hayes didn’t care.

All he cared about was his girl.

She rolled toward him, snuggling into his chest. “Daddy?”

“I’m here, baby girl.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” he told her. “Go back to sleep.”

“Am I in big trouble?”

“Oh, yes.”

“But I’m fine. I barely hurt myself.”

“It’s not about you tripping and you know it.”

She grumbled slightly but grabbed his T-shirt, bunching it in her fist as she sucked her thumb.