Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“Think he’ll come?” Zeke asked.

“He will since Clint has been making things difficult for him. I hear he’s been having trouble with his licensing and alcohol suppliers.”

Clint just smiled.

“Let me go call him now.” Kent grabbed his cell phone then called the number he’d had Corbin track down earlier. Five minutes later, he ended the call with a scowl. He walked back into the living room.

“He won’t meet?” Clint asked.

“No, he’ll agree to it, if I bring Abby with me.”

Clint raised his eyebrows. “What? Why?”

“Reckons he wants to check she’s all right. What fucking right does he have to worry over her? He was taking her money! I’m not taking her. It’s too dangerous.”

“We can keep her safe, chief,” Zeke said. “And it doesn’t seem likely he’d hurt her. She’s been meeting with him for months now every week.”

“From what I’ve heard, he rather likes Abby,” Corbin added.

Kent scowled at the other man.

“What’s the plan?” Macca asked.

“Meeting is for two nights from now. At the rest area off the main highway five minutes out of town. You all know where I mean?”

They all nodded.

“Macca and Jed, I want you there earlier, scout the area then take positions where you have the most visibility. Take your rifles.”

Both men nodded.

“Donovan and Zeke will be with me. He’ll expect me to bring people. Bain, you’ll wait in the truck in case we need a quick getaway.”

“I’m going too,” Clint said.

“Actually, I had a bigger favor to ask you. I hoped you and Charlie might take care of Abby for me.”

“You’re giving me babysitting duty?” Clint looked aghast.

“Please. She means everything to me. I’m trusting her safety to you. She’ll be comfortable with Charlie and it’s best they’re not left on their own.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But if they try to make me watch Frozen, I’m locking them in the bedroom for the night.”

Whatever. The big softie would play it for them as many times as they wanted.

“Sure you don’t want her to go?” Zeke asked.

“No. She’s not going. That’s my final say.”

“Good call,” Clint told him. “She’s got no business there.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Time for a nap, Abby-girl.”

Abby glanced up with a pout from the glittery, messy creation on the coffee table. There was glue everywhere. She was even certain that she’d smeared some on her eyebrow.

She glared up at her daddy. “I don’t wanna nap.”