Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Thanks, Doc,” Corbin said.
Doc grunted. “Thank me by making that bastard’s life as miserable as possible.”
“Oh, I will.”
“Wait. What?” she asked Corbin. “You don’t even know who it was.”
He just gave her a determined stare.
Shoot.
Bebe wasn’t sure how she felt about this. On the one hand, she guessed the asshole deserved to pay for what he did . . . but she didn’t want Corbin to do anything he might get in trouble for.
So she didn’t think she wanted to tell him who it was.
Not until she’d thought about it more, anyway.
Half an hour later, she walked back toward Corbin’s cabin with a small, fluffy deer in her hand.
Not a real one, of course.
It had been her good girl present. Which she’d earned after being so brave.
After Doc had finished with her, she’d spoken to Archer briefly. She’d been nervous when she’d told him she didn’t feel comfortable talking to a different therapist, but he’d been really kind.
So, she was going to contact her old therapist’s office today to see about doing some sessions via video call.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Corbin asked as they reached the cabin.
“No, I guess not. I’m sorry for acting so silly over the needle.”
He tilted her head back. “You could never be silly. I think you are adorable and you never have to be ashamed about your Little popping out.”
“Even in front of others?”
“Nobody will bat an eyelid, I promise.”
“It really is a special place.” Somewhere she could see herself settling long term.
God, she hoped this all worked out.
Because it was going to break her heart if it didn’t.
40
Bebe nearly slammed her phone down on the table.
Except she didn’t want to crack the cover.
She’d been on Sanctuary Ranch for five days now, and she still hadn’t heard back from her parents.
What. The. Hell.
With a groan, she rested her head on the table. She was in a small meeting room at JSI headquarters. Corbin wouldn’t hear of leaving her alone still.
And she was getting so bored. Yesterday, she’d had an MRI and a session with her new physio.
Wow. What a gorgeous guy he was.
Corbin hadn’t been very pleased after meeting him for the first time. She’d had to reassure him after that she only wanted him.
With her mouth on his dick . . . yum.
But it felt like things were at a standstill with this stalker. Nothing was happening and she couldn’t continue to live like this.
A sudden scuffling noise at the door had her raising her head and looking over with a frown. Getting up, she opened the door and was nearly bowled over by an enthusiastic dog, who raced in with an excited bark.
Digger.
“Whoa, Digger. Down. Sit down,” she told him firmly.
To her surprise, he sat and looked up at her, panting heavily.
“Oh my God! How did you get Digger to sit!” Abby said as she ran up to them with her toddler on her hip. “He never sits for me. All he does is run away.” Asher squirmed, wanting down.
Abby set the boy down and he ran for Digger, throwing his arms around him. Digger licked his face.
“Ick. Who knows where his tongue has been? But I can’t seem to stop him doing that, either,” Abby complained.
Poor Abby looked disheveled and tired.
Her chestnut-colored hair was secured precariously in a messy bun and her beige sweatshirt had a few stains on it.
Bebe wanted to ask her if she was all right, but she didn’t feel she knew her well enough, having only met her once.
But she couldn’t just let her leave without trying, either.
“Um, Abby, do you want to sit? There’s, um, chocolate milk in the fridge.”
“Chocolate?” Asher asked, pulling away from Digger.
“Oops. Sorry.”
“It’s all right. Um, you know, I should probably . . .” Abby trailed off, puffing out a breath of air. “Actually, that sounds good. I could do with some adult company today.”
“Hard day?” Bebe commiserated, shutting the door to keep both Digger and Asher from escaping. She then handed out cartons of chocolate milk.
Asher climbed onto the chair next to Abby, with his mom’s help. Then, to her shock, Digger hopped up on a chair, looking around as though he expected to be handed a chocolate milk as well.
“Choccy milk. Digger.” Asher pointed to the dog.
“No, baby,” Abby said. “Dogs can’t have chocolate. It makes them sick. Also, dogs shouldn’t sit at the table. Digger. Down.”
Digger’s tongue slipped out as he started panting.
And didn’t move.
Oh, dear.
“Digger, down,” Bebe said firmly.
The dog hopped down immediately and she took his seat with a grimace at Abby. “Sorry.”
Abby groaned. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault I’m a terrible doggy mama.”
“You’re not a terrible doggy mama!” Bebe protested.
“He doesn’t listen to a word I say. He just runs off. And often, Asher is with him. Actually, to be fair, usually Asher leads the charge.”