“I promise,” she said as she stepped back away from his truck. They were in the garage and he was about to set off. “I will do all of those things. You don’t need to worry. Now off you go.”
She waved her hands at him.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and drew her towards him. Leaning down, he stared into her eyes. “Did you just shoo me?”
Georgina managed to hold back a grin. “Maybe. What you gonna do about it, Big Daddy?”
He put his mouth by her ear. “When I get home, I’m going to strip you naked. Then I’m going to bend you over the back of the couch and spank your ass. After that, I’m going to fuck that tight ass while you hold your rabbit vibrator in your pussy. And then afterward, I’m going to sit on the sofa and cuddle you for at least an hour.”
Her big tough guy. The ultimate snuggle bunny.
“Hurry home,” she told him.
He smacked her ass then climbed in the truck and left.
After doing the housework, which wasn’t much, she looked around the cabin. She needed some fresh air. Much as she loved the cabin, she felt claustrophobic. It was a gorgeous spring day, and grabbing her laptop and phone, she headed outside. After group texting her brothers, she sent one to Ed.
Georgie: Still alive. Surviving without you. Just.
Ed: Is that sarcasm I hear?
Georgie: No idea what you mean, Big Daddy.
Ed: Eat your snack. Stay out of trouble and maybe tonight, First Mate Daddy will give Captain Georgie a bath.
Humming happily, she answered emails then went onto some career sites. She had no idea what she wanted to do, just that she wanted to help people. Feeling thirsty, she went inside to grab a drink. Coming out with an iced coffee, that she had no intention of telling Ed about since she’d already had two coffees earlier, she paused as she saw a dead rose.
Sitting right on her laptop.
A shiver ran down her spine despite the warm day. That was weird. How would a dead rose land on her laptop? She picked up her phone, ready to call Ed. Then realized he’d be in court and out of contact. She knew she could call any of his deputies and they’d come racing out here.
But over a dead rose? That seemed a bit dramatic, right?
Still, she decided to gather up her stuff and head into the cabin. Where she could lock the doors and set the alarm.
After pacing the living room and peering out the windows about a hundred times, she started to calm down. She’d grabbed her anti-anxiety toy, which she’d called Hugabug, and had it wrapped around her, holding her. She was cuddling Squawkers close too.
She was being silly. Sitting on the sofa, she laughed at herself. Thank goodness she hadn’t tried to call Ed or one of his deputies. Over a dead flower.
He’d never leave her alone again.
The fact that she was freaking over a flower was worrying, though. She’d never gone to therapy about what happened to her as a teenager. She placed her hand over her scar. Maybe that should be where she started. Maybe she wasn’t yet ready for her second act when she hadn’t closed up her first.
Darn it.
That was definitely what she should do. Being stalked and stabbed. Then shot. Then kidnapped. That was more than most people ever went through in a lifetime.
Okay. So she had a plan. Yawning, she settled down on the sofa. After burning all that energy freaking out, she figured maybe it was
time for a nap.
Wouldn’t Daddy be proud?
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Daisy, Daisy, how do you do?
Daisy, Daisy, don’t look so blue.