Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“And maybe I was getting a bit stressed about things. I was missing you and worrying about Max,” she told Kent. She hadn’t heard from Max again. She was worried about him. But she’d also heard nothing from Bartolli’s goon. She knew Kent had put the word out that she was under his protection. Warmth filled her at the thought of the way he took care of her.

He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “I missed you so much that I think I’m going to have to take you with me next time.”

“You think that’s wise?” Clint asked. “We still don’t know where her brother is or what Bartolli is going to do.”

“If I take her with me, then I’ll also bring someone to watch over her when I’m not around.”

“Not Bain,” she said hastily.

He grinned. “You don’t want Bain as your babysitter?”

“He makes a terrible manny,” she commented.

“I dare you to call him that to his face,” Kent told her.

Her eyes widened. “I value my life.” She sighed. “I just wish I knew when all this would end.”

“I know. Me too,” Kent told her. “In the meantime, I’ll keep you safe.”

“And you are always welcome to stay with us when Kent’s away as well,” Clint told her.

“We might have to have a talk about sugar consumption,” Kent grumbled.

“Jesus, all I get around here is complaints,” Clint moaned.

Kent placed her on her feet. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home.”

She sighed. Home. With Kent.

That sounded absolutely perfect.

Epilogue

“Daddy!” Abby rushed towards the door as Kent came through into the hotel room. She jumped and he caught her as she wrapped her legs and arms around him.

“Somebody is pleased to see me,” Kent said warmly.

“Probably just happy I’m no longer in charge,” Bain said dryly as he stood and stretched, putting down the book he’d been reading.

Kent raised an eyebrow as he set her down? “Problems?”

She wrinkled her nose and glared at Bain. “The manny is being an old grump as usual.”

Bain made a low, rumbly noise.

“Now, baby, you know the manny doesn’t like being called grumpy.”

“I hate you both,” Bain told them. “She’s mad at me because she opened the hotel door without my permission and I sent her to her room for half an hour.”

“You did what?” Kent growled down at her.

“It was room service. I ordered it.” She bit her thumbnail. “Sorry.”

“More of an apology than I got,” Bain said.

Kent rested his hands on her shoulders. “You know these rules aren’t because Bain or I want to be mean. They’re to keep you safe.”

“I know, I just forgot. I’m sorry.”