Page 3 of Daddy's Little Bunny (Ivory Mountain Daddies #2)

CHAPTER TWO

MILES

M iles had no idea what just happened, but he didn’t like it one bit. He darted after Olivia in hopes that he would catch her, but while he was twice her height, she was pretty fast.

He lost her when she slipped into the crowd. He hoped that he would find her before she could slip away.

He didn’t like the look of panic on her face and the labored breathing. Something wasn’t right and he was determined to find out what it was.

By the time he made it back to the parking lot, he didn’t see her car anywhere. That didn’t ease his worries at all considering she was driving a death trap on wheels.

Once she became his, that would be the first thing he was going to take care of. His Little girl wasn’t going to drive a car that could fall apart at any moment.

Dialing her number, Miles made his way back to where Raelyn and Emmett were standing with puzzled looks on their faces .

“Hey, you’ve reached Olivia! I can’t talk right now, but if I like you, I will call you back. Bye now!”

Dang it, Olivia! He needed her to answer the phone. He would continue to worry about her until he could hear her voice again. Glancing over at Raelyn, “I need her address. Something isn’t right.”

“I can’t give you her address because I don’t know it. Any time we have hung out together, we either meet up somewhere or she comes to me.”

Shaking his head and sighing at her words, he tried to not lose his temper with Rae.

It wasn’t her fault that Olivia seemed to keep everyone at arm's length, but he was going to get to the bottom of that as soon as he was able to have his Little girl in his arms. He needed to see for himself that she was okay.

Waving goodbye to Emmett and Raelyn, Miles headed to his truck. He might not know where his Little girl lives, but he figured that driving around for a bit wouldn’t hurt.

He didn’t have hopes that he would find her, but it helped settle his mind just a tad. Miles has never been the type of guy who just sat by and did nothing. He wasn’t afraid to get involved and today was no different.

He tried her phone again, but it went to voicemail again. Deciding to shoot off a text message to her, he hoped that she would see it and at least let him know that she was okay.

That’s all he wanted at this moment. He could figure out everything else later, he just needs his Little Bunny to be okay.

Miles: Little Bunny, can you at least let me know if you’re okay? I’m worried about you.

Miles continued to drive around their little town for a bit while longer before deciding that she wasn’t out there and headed home .

He kept checking his phone in hopes that maybe he missed a call or text message from Olivia, but his notifications never changed. Deciding to send one more text message before bed, Miles held out hope that she would respond by morning.

Miles: Olivia, I hope you’re okay. I’m not going anywhere and when you’re ready, I’m looking forward to hearing from you.

Letting himself into the house, he waited for the mammoth he called a dog to come barreling at him. Kneeling down, Miles scratched Diesel’s neck before heading to the sliding back door and letting him out to do his business.

Miles didn’t really know what possessed him one day to go to the pound and get a dog. Maybe it was loneliness or maybe a mid-life crisis.

All he knew was that one day he woke up and decided he needed to make a trip to the local pound.

Diesel was in the back of the kennel and the workers warned Miles that he wouldn’t want him. Apparently, he was a frequent flyer in their pound.

Someone would come and adopt him, thinking that he would be the perfect addition to their family, but it wouldn’t take long before they brought him back for one reason or another.

The workers told him that he didn’t always play nice with other dogs, but that his protective instincts were of high remark. Diesel was especially protective over women and kids and would sometimes be more skittish around men.

They don’t know what happened in his past, but they hoped that he would find that forever home before his final day came.

Miles looked into the kennel that day and knew that Diesel was meant to be his. The sweet Doberman lay on the cot in his kennel, not moving until Miles got closer to the door.

Perking up, Diesel walked over and sniffed him through the cage before lying down at his feet. There was never a question at that moment that he wasn’t the perfect addition to his life.

That was almost a year ago and Diesel has been exactly what Miles hoped. He couldn’t understand why all the other people had brought him back, but he would be grateful for it, because that meant that he was able to take him home and love him forever.

The pound wasn’t lying about his protective instincts, though. Curious about what he could do, Miles took Diesel to a professional to have testing and training done with him.

Six weeks of rigorous training helped Diesel become the best version of himself that he could be.

The trainers spoke with high regard for his protective training and that made Miles feel a lot better about having him guard the house.

While Miles waited on Diesel to get done doing his business, he went about his normal routine getting things ready for work tomorrow.

Setting the coffee pot to brew at five-thirty in the morning, Miles went and laid out the suit he would need for tomorrow.

Selecting a charcoal grey suit, a black button up, pairing those with a purple tie and socks that were green with purple polka-dots on them, he laid it all on the ottoman in the closet.

One thing about Miles is that he would never give in to the normal of wearing boring ties and socks. Where was the fun in that when you could have fun and tacky clothes that could make everyone smile when they saw them .

With Diesel inside now, Miles lay down in bed after double-checking his alarms. Opening his messages one last time with Olivia, hoping to see something there, he shot off one last text before going to bed.

He hoped that she would answer tomorrow. Closing his eyes, Miles drifted away dreaming of a very special Little girl he would one day call his.

Getting to work Monday morning, Miles immediately searched out Emmett. He knew that if anyone knew anything about Olivia, he would.

Emmett is a tad protective over his Little girl Rae, so he wouldn’t let anyone around her that he thought wasn’t a good person.

Miles didn’t know much about Raelyn’s past, but he did know that there had been some bad experiences.

That’s why Emmett was as protective as he was. Miles didn’t blame him, Olivia might not be his official, but he was already very protective of his Little girl.

“Hey man, do you have a second?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you tell me a little bit about Olivia? She ran off on Saturday and I can’t help but feel like there’s more to her than what she shows people.”

Miles sat and waited for Emmett’s response. It looked as if he needed a moment to gather his thoughts on her.

“I honestly can’t tell you much. I know that she moved here about nine months ago from Tennessee. She works with Rae at Ivory Mountain, on the same unit. She doesn’t go out often and she only spends time with Rae at our house. ”

Nodding his head at Emmett, Miles digested this information. Most of what he just told him, Miles already knew. It wasn’t hard to figure all of that out about her.

“There’s only one other detail I know about her, she’s a Little. One that is very guarded and doesn’t allow people too close. She also never seems to allow herself to slip into Littlespace often, almost like she’s scared of what will happen.”

This information shocked Miles. Not because she was a Little. Just in the two interactions he has had with her, he wouldn’t have guessed otherwise. Miles couldn’t help but focus on the last part of Emmett’s statement.

Miles had never met a Little who didn’t enjoy playing in Littlespace. He couldn’t help but wonder why she fears that space and he planned on making it his mission to help his Little Bunny accept that part of herself, if that’s what she wants.

Miles would never force her to do something she was uncomfortable with, but he didn’t doubt that she would enjoy Littlespace if she allowed herself to openly participate in it.

“Thanks so much, man. I never heard back from her Saturday after she fled the party. It’s driving me insane that I can’t get her to answer me. I can’t help but fear that something horrible has happened.”

“No worries. I know that she’s reached out to Raelyn and that she expressed to her that she was fine and safe at home. Something happened and she just needed to go home.”

Waving bye to Emmett, Miles headed to his office down the hall. He played their entire conversation over and over in his head trying to figure out what exactly went wrong.

She didn’t seem to be in any kind of distress the entire time they were talking. She actually seemed like she had enjoyed being in his presence.

So what could it be? Only one person could answer his question, if only she would respond to his messages.

Miles: Good morning, my Little Bunny. Just give me a message.

Miles: Even it it’s to tell me to buzz off. I just need to know you’re okay.

Miles sighed, slipping his phone into his desk. He needed to push the thoughts of her from his mind.

The numbers in front of him weren’t going to take care of themselves. It was time he focused on the quarterly reports that were due before Emmett got onto his case about it.