Page 108 of Daddy's Trust
She’d always been a pretty fast runner, but she’d never done it as exercise, only ever to get away from something.
Seemed like she was always trying to get away from something.
“How’s the throat? I’m guessing not good since you still aren’t talking. The humidifier didn’t help? Shit. Why do I keep asking you questions when you can’t respond?”
“Helped. Feels better,” she told him.
“It doesn’t sound better. Rest your voice, Stowaway.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. When he turned it around, she could see he’d opened a text-to-speech app. “Type in here. What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” she told him through the phone. “I just needed some cold air.”
“Nothing happened? Then why aren’t you still asleep? It’s early. You barely had any rest.”
“Why haven’t you had any sleep?” she countered.
“I got a few hours. That’s all I need. A Little girl like you needs more. Shit, I did it again. Sorry, Stowaway.”
“Why do you keep apologizing?” she asked him.
“I don’t want to say anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, should it? Maybe I’m defective because it doesn’t.” Her words sounded odd coming out of his phone.
“You are not defective at all,” he told her firmly. “If something makes you feel good and it doesn’t hurt anyone else, then what’s wrong with it?”
She nodded, although she wasn’t so sure.
“And I don’t want to hear you call yourself defective again. That’s going to get you into big trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“Yeah, trouble. With me.”
Holy heck. Why did her heart race at those words? Was he threatening to spank her?
No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Why are you getting all flustered imagining him doing that?
Jesus, she had to stop doing this. She couldn’t let him see how much she wanted him.
Addie dropped her gaze before he could read anything on her face. Thank God it was still slightly dark out here.
“You still haven’t told me what’s going on,” he said to her. “Why are you out here, Addie? You shouldn’t have left the house without letting someone know.”
Addie hunched her shoulders. Yes, she knew she should have told someone what she was doing, but everyone was asleep and she hadn’t wanted to explain herself. And it wasn’t like she was really in danger. Those guys wouldn’t know where they were. It wasn’t like she’d gone wandering off.
“Was it a nightmare?” he asked. “About what happened?”
She nodded. She should have known that he would guess.
“About the man carrying the body?” he asked
No. Although it would make sense for her to have had a nightmare about that.
She didn’t really want to explain the nightmare. There was no point in mentioning the past. Not to someone she barely knew. The only people she’d ever really talked to about that day were her sisters.
