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“Shh. Don’t tell anyone. We all kept some. They come in handy in our work with the Daddy Guard. Don’t get me wrong, it’s highly illegal to impersonate an officer. But…” He winked. “Of course, that was all nonsense. Health Inspector Criminal Division or whatever I said?” He scoffed. “It’s total B.S. But that idiot doesn’t realize it.”

She laughed, but it didn’t last long. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I don’t have a job.”

Her worries melted away when Kendrick looked across at her and gently caressed her face. “You’ll do whatever you want to do. Because your Daddy will take care of you.”

He followed that up with a kiss that took her breath away.

She held his right hand tightly the entire drive back to the mansion. The day had started off strangely, but it sure was shaping up to be wonderful.

Absolutely wonderful.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Samantha wasn’t sure what to think about the break-in.

Why would someone go to all that trouble just to take a couple of things?

She turned it all over in her mind as they drove back to the Guard mansion.

Maybe it wasn’t a lot of trouble, really. Her apartment door was kind of thin. Someone looking for a quick smash-and-grab could easily bust the lock. And she obviously wouldn’t have much in there. That much was probably evident just from looking at the outside of the place. But something was better than nothing for someone just needing a quick buck.

All they’d taken was her Tonya outfit, though. That was weird! Well, and her diner uniform. That was even weirder!

The Tonya outfit might make sense if someone recognized it as designer. Not that it was a truly designer outfit. It was a knock-off. The thief might not have realized that, though.

There were other Tonya outfits in her closet that weren’t missing. Samantha had been so nervous that Kendrick would notice them. Then again, he probably didn’t observe what Tonya had been wearing most of the time. Guys didn’t notice things like that.

Why hadn’t the burglar had taken those? Maybe they just rummaged through the cabinets and things quickly, saw the one under the sink in the bathroom, and ran off with it.

But clothes? Even designer, you wouldn’t get much from reselling.

None of this made sense.

It was also terrifying.

Was she being targeted? Who would do that to her?

“You okay over there?” Kendrick asked.

She tore herself away from her thoughts and looked out the window to see the scenery had changed considerably. They were getting closer to the mansion now. Lawns were larger and looked like golf courses. Vehicles were more expensive.

People probably didn’t just kick the doors in on these houses.

“Yeah. Just thinking about everything.”

“Well, you’re safe now, babydoll.” A few seconds later, Kendrick added, “I’m sorry about your job. You were right. The owner is a real jerk. Wouldn’t even cut you a little bit of slack.” Samantha noticed him taking his eyes off the road long enough to smile at her. “But now that you’re off, we could do something fun. That surprise I wanted to take you to.”

She perked up. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“It’s something fun?”

“You bet.”

She could sure use something fun.

“I’ll go wherever you want to go, Daddy.” She gasped. “Uh, I guess it’s okay if I call you that. Right? We haven’t really talked about it.”