Page 122 of Daddy's Trust
Big improvement.
She gazed up at him and shook her head.
“Your tummy feels sick?” he whispered. “Is it because of everything going on, or is it your period?”
A flush of red filled her face, and she nodded. What did that mean? Oh, did it mean both?
Poor baby. He moved his hand to her back, running it up and down, but he felt her startle, and quickly moved his hand away.
“Sorry,” he muttered, sitting back in his chair. He hadn’t meant to make her uncomfortable. She hadn’t seemed to mind his touch before.
Maybe he’d messed that up too.
She kept her gaze down, her shoulders hunched. Fuck, he was messing everything up. He had no right to touch her without permission, no right to boss her around, no right to tell her that he owned her.
What was wrong with him?
Maybe living and working for Dante all those years had kind of rubbed off on him. Shit. That reminded him that he should try calling Ortega again. That bastard just wouldn’t answer the phone.
“I’ve taken down the photos though,” Monroe said. “Like you told me to. And I made my social media accounts all private, even though I’ve got heaps of followers on some of them. We’ve stopped searching for him. I’ll go home and get a quiet divorce. So do we really need to stay here? My sisters need to get home.”
“Monroe is correct,” Dotty said. “Can we go home?”
Cash immediately wanted to say no, and he saw that both Ralen and Butch were frowning and shaking their heads.
Ink better not tell them that they could go home now.
“I think you should stay a bit longer,” Ink said. “We should hopefully see the footage from the hotel security soon. Brody is looking into those photos to see if there’s any reason why Vextar wouldn’t want them up on the internet. I’ve still got some friends of mine looking into him, and we can tap into some other contacts we have.”
Other contacts? Who was he talking about? Well, it didn’t really matter to Cash, as long as the girls stayed put and under their protection.
“Give it at least another twenty-four hours,” Ink suggested. “That’s not going to make a huge difference, right? Not if it keeps you safer.”
Dotty nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, all right. We can stay a bit longer. I’ve talked to the partners in the law firm I work for, and they think it’s safer for me to stay here a bit longer anyway.”
“I’ve moved my shifts around,” Monroe said. “So I’ve got a few more days before I have to go back.”
Cash wondered what Addie did for a job. Did she work? There was a lot he didn’t know about her.
“That’s another thing,” Ink said. “You met him at work, right?”
“Yeah, I work as a cocktail server for one of the big casinos in Las Vegas,” Monroe replied.
“So if he wanted to find you, he’d go to your work. Does he know where you live?”
“I don’t think so. No, we went back and got a hotel room at the casino.”
“So that casino could have some footage of him,” Ink said. “Although I don’t know how long they’d keep it for.”
“Not that long, I’d say,” Brody said. “And it would be nearly impossible to get it from them without a warrant.”
“So until he’s found or we’ve eliminated him as being a threat, then you may not be able to go back to work,” Ink said to Monroe.
“Oh, no. I have to go to work.”
Addie reached over and took Monroe’s hand in hers. Monroe took a deep sigh and let it out slowly.
“I just feel like such an idiot.” Getting up, Monroe walked away from the table.
