Protector Daddy (MC Daddies 3)

“It’s fine.”

He shot her a skeptical look.

“Promise.”

He grunted.

“Have you heard anything from Steele about that Corey guy?” she asked anxiously.

He shook his head. “Will call him. I’ve got some friends looking for him too. We’ll find him.”

“And Luther? What about the threat to you?”

Surprise filled his face before he cupped her chin, kissing her lightly. “You’re too fucking sweet. I will be fine. Rest.”

22

Spike sat in his office and turned the camera feed on for the living room. He had cameras in every room of the house that fed through to here. He didn’t usually monitor them. They recorded then erased after forty-eight hours.

But they served a purpose now since he didn’t want to make these calls with her listening in. He opened his phone and saw a text from Hack.

How is our Little patient?

Spike rolled his eyes at his nosiness.

Better. Thanks.

Maybe I should come check her.

Spike didn’t answer. He didn’t think so.

Does she like glitter?

Nope. He knew how that went. He did not want a house filled with glitter.

She hates glitter.

She does or you do? Never mind. Will ask her myself when I meet her.

Spike growled. Oh no, he wouldn’t. Hack was a flirt. He was charming. He was fun.

He was almost the exact opposite of Spike. Crap. Was he really worried Millie would like Hack more?

He wasn’t. This wasn’t serious. They were just having fun while she was here. He hadn’t realized how much he m

issed having someone to take care of . . .

Shit.

Spike couldn’t get attached to her.

He’d missed having a Little around. And while it wasn’t what he’d had with Jacqui, it was still filling a hole inside him he hadn’t realized was there.

Ignoring Hack, he called Ink.

“Tell me you’ve found this asshole,” he growled down the phone.

“Hello to you too, Spike. How are you today?” Ink replied.