Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

The last guy was the only one who had glanced her way when she’d walked in with Kent. He had a surfer vibe about him. Blond hair, blue eyes, deep tan. Not as muscular as the other guys, she had a feeling that didn’t make him less dangerous.

The door opened and she turned to see Clint walk in. Beside him, surprisingly, was Charlie. She was carrying a small paper bag in one hand. She stilled like Abby had done when she’d first entered and gazed around with her mouth slightly open.

“Whoa, it’s testosterone city in here.” She waved her hand in front of her face while Clint gave her a firm look.

“Don’t worry, cowboy, they have nothing on you.” Charlie patted his arm.

“You guys ready?” Clint asked. “Thought Abby could come back to our place.”

“Shit,” Kent swore. “Forgot to call you. Abby is coming now.”

Every male pair of eyes turned to her. She gulped and felt her legs weaken at the disapproving glares she was getting.

“Girl, how are you still standing?” Charlie whispered. “That’s a whole lot of manly disapproval right there.”

She nodded. It was.

Clint’s scowl was the worst in her opinion. “She’s what?”

“She’s coming,” Kent said grimly.

“You lost your mind?”

They were all staring at Kent as though they thought the same but didn’t want to ask.

“No,” Kent said shortly, staring at Clint. “She’s coming.”

Clint rolled his eyes heavenward. “What’s the world fucking coming to.”

“She’ll stay in the truck the whole time. Macca and Jed are in position. Zeke and Donovan will have my back at the meet and Bain is gonna be watching Abby.”

The guy with the dark skin turned to glare at her now. Uh-oh. Kent was leaving this guy to watch her? Was he mad? He looked like he broke legs for a living. The scowl he was giving her was a mix of disapproval and dismissal.

Okay, then. Cool. Yikes.

Why couldn’t she have the surfer dude?

“Corbin is staying here to act as contact for everyone.” The surfer nodded. “Everyone good?”

“I got permission to do what I need to in order to protect her?” Bain asked in a low rumble.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Yep,” Kent replied. “You have free rein. She gives you any trouble, you take care of it then tell me later.”

Bain gave a short nod. What the hell did that mean? Take care of it?

She was in trouble.

Charlie leaned into her, taking her hand. “You can still change your mind. I was going to bake cupcakes. We can decorate them, make a mess, get on a sugar high and make Clint stomp around like a growly bear.”

“It’s tempting. Very tempting.” But she took a deep breath. “But I have to go.”

“If you say so. Word of advice?”

She turned to the other woman. “Please.”

“I’d do exactly whatever that big guy says. To the letter. You do not want to end up over his knee. With arms like that...” Charlie shuddered.