Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,52
be happening tonight. She wasn’t a very good sleeper anyway. And with everything that had happened tonight, plus being in a strange place, she was pretty sure sleep would elude her.
He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Right. Let’s do what we have to in order to get you tucked up in bed. Any talk can wait for tomorrow. Do you need to pee?”
Her bladder just made itself known. Crap. Why did she have to have such a small bladder?
“Urgh, yes.”
“I’m guessing you won’t be comfortable with me staying while you go?” he asked.
Was he serious?
“You would guess right.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “Don’t know why. It’s just peeing.”
“I bet you wouldn’t want me watching you pee,” she countered.
He grinned. “Wouldn’t worry me. Just a bodily function. We all do it.”
Yeah, but that didn’t mean she wanted him around while she went. Sheesh. He stood and held out his hands, helping her stand. Thankfully, she was so short that his T-shirt reached mid-thigh.
“Right. You can pee on your own. But I’m going to leave the door cracked open. If you have any problems, call out.”
“I’ve been peeing on my own for a long time,” she told him dryly.
“I know. But you’re under my care now. You’re exhausted and trembling. I don’t want you falling and hurting yourself, okay? So just humor me.”
“Don’t stand out there listening to me,” she ordered.
He leaned in, brushing his lips across her cheek. “One day, you will be completely comfortable with me in the room when you pee then you’ll learn you’re worrying over nothing. I’ll take these and put them in the wash.” He picked up all her dirty clothes before she could say anything and left the bathroom.
Yeah. She didn’t see that day coming anytime soon.
Some things just didn’t need to be shared. Mumbling to herself, she peed and washed her hands then grabbed her backpack and made her way out into the hallway.
He was standing there, waiting. Which didn’t surprise her. Her dirty clothes were gone so he must have chucked them in the wash.
“I could have washed my clothes.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Of course you could have. I didn’t take them because you’re not capable. I put them in the wash because I want to help you.”
“Oh.” Way to sound ungrateful, Marisol. “Sorry, I’m not used to people, uh, helping me.”
He frowned slightly. “I figured that. Your aunt isn’t the motherly type.”
She let out a small bark of laughter. “No, definitely not.”
“Gonna need to put an extra blanket on your bed. Don’t want you getting cold.”
He seemed to have an obsession about keeping her warm. It was kind of cute.
“Come on, I have a snack ready in your bedroom.”
She made to follow him, but her legs seemed to have a mind of their own. She stumbled as she tried to walk, falling into the wall.
“Bad legs. Do as you’re told,” she muttered to herself.
Linc turned and grabbed her by the waist. “Whoa there. You’re not supposed to walk into the walls. And did you just tell your legs off?”
He drew her up into his arms, holding her against his chest.
“They’re not listening to me.”
“Hmm. I know what that feels like.” He gave her a pointed look.
“What does that mean? I listen to you.”
“Right. You just don’t always do what I say.”
“You’re not in charge of me.”
He set her down on a comfy, large bed. The covers had already been pulled back and a lamp was on beside the bed, giving the room a soft glow.
“Not yet. But tomorrow, you’re gonna learn that in this house, in this relationship, baby, I’m the boss.”
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In this house, in this relationship, baby, I’m the boss.
Those words wouldn’t stop swimming through her head. She rolled over, barely suppressing a groan. This bed was super comfortable. The room was lovely. Not only had Linc made her a snack, but he’d produced an ice pack for her neck, fussing over her in a way no one had before. After she’d eaten and checked her blood sugar level, he’d tucked her in tight, then sat with her to tell her one of his stories. She’d closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep, knowing he likely wouldn’t leave until she did.
He’d left the door cracked open with the hall light on. She’d waited until he was out of the room to climb from the bed and turn the lamp on then shut the door. Luckily, the lamp had a dim setting so it wasn’t too bright.