Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“She burned herself,” Wolfe snapped. “I called Obian, that’s likely him at the front door. Where is the damn burn cream?”

Reaching out, she lightly touched Wolfe. “I’m all right, Wolfe. I promise.”

“Would you tell us if you weren’t?” Caleb asked seriously, studying her.

She tensed. “Of course.”

Caleb eyed her skeptically. “I’ll let Obian in.”

She bit her lip. She couldn’t help feeling like she’d let them down in some way. Were they upset that she wasn’t complaining more?

“It’s okay to say when you’re hurt or upset,” Aleki whispered to her. “Like you did yesterday when you found out we were holding things back from you.”

Right. She had let them know then, hadn’t she?

“It really doesn’t hurt that bad. Promise.” But she likely had downplayed it. She sighed. “I guess it stings a bit. Some burn cream would be good.”

“Good girl,” Aleki murmured to her.

“Do I get a reward?” she asked.

“A reward, hmm? Like the reward Caleb gave you last night?”

She felt herself going red. “Umm . . . well . . .”

“Because I could totally get behind that.” He gave her a suggestive look and a wink.

“Here it is!” Wolfe drew out the cream.

“Be a good girl for Obian and we can talk about a reward,” Aleki promised.

“Sweet flower,” Obian called out. She looked up to find him walking in. Caleb followed, staring at her in concern.

She smiled to reassure him. Then turned to the doctor. “Obian, how are you?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Now, if you wanted to see me you did not have to hurt yourself. I would come visit you any time, sweet flower.” He came over to stand next to her, shooing Wolfe away.

Wolfe glared at him and for a moment she worried he was about to throw the older man out.

“Wolfe,” Caleb said in a low, calm voice.

Wolfe muttered something under his breath then slammed the burn cream down. “Stop flirting and heal her.”

Obian leaned in. “Are you sure you want to stay with them? Just say the word and I shall whisk you away. We can have a code phrase. Just tell me that your tummy hurts and I’ll put the plan into action.”

She grinned. “And what happens if my tummy actually hurts?”

“Hmm. That could be a flaw in the plan.”

Wolfe growled. Caleb cleared his throat. “Obian, perhaps you could take a look at her hand? Preferably before Wolfe loses his mind.”

Obian took gentle hold of her hand. “Ouch, that looks sore. What happened?”

“I just spilled some coffee on it. Not a big deal.”

Obian watched her in interest for a moment. “Well, let’s get some burn cream on it. Let’s have a look at what Wolfe has here. Yes, this will work fine. Then I can put a bandage on it. And get you some pain killers.”

“None of that is necessary, really.”