I frowned. “Wasthere a question it might be?”
Booker chuckled.“Ducky was a little concerned he took your spot too quick, so she thought it mightbe, but she’s protective to a fault when it comes to those she cares about.”
I smirked.“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
“Haven’t quitegotten to the bottom of the money trail yet, but there is one, so you need tokeep your head on a swivel. Someone’s out to get you, Huck, and I don’t know ifyour knee was enough for them or if they want to finish the job.”
“Got it.”
“We got yourback. Stay close to Ducky and the club. I know that might sound dramatic, butuntil we know the source o’ this shit, it’s better to be on the safe side.”
I scrubbed theback of my neck with my hand. “Right.”
“Now, how muchdo you want me to share with my kid?”
“Nothing. I’ll decidewhat I share,” I said. “I want to protect her as much as possible.”
“I like that,” Bookersaid. “Gonna let you go.”
“Okay. Bye.”
I hung up andmade my way back to the living room where Daisy was right where I left her,glaring at me, her food untouched, but her wine glass cupped in her hands.“Don’t ever do that to me again,” she snapped.
“Do what?”
“Don’t beobtuse.”
I sighed. “Idon’t want this shit to worry you.”
She scrunched upher face in what she probably thought would convey horror, but she only managedto look fuckin’ more adorable than normal as she let out a quiet hiss. “How exactlyis any of this supposed tonotworry me? I can barely sleep because Ihave nightmares of your leg being separated below the knee—”
I frowned.“You’re having nightmares?”
“We’re nottalking about me right now, Huck,” she snapped. “What did my dad say?”
“Back up,” Isaid, taking the wine out of her hand and setting it on the table beforepulling her over my lap so she was straddling me again.
She settled herhands on my shoulders and tried to push off of me. “Huck…”
“Baby, look atme.” She rolled her eyes and when they rolled back, I asked, “Are you seriouslyhaving nightmares?”
“I’ve had acouple, but it’s fine.” She dropped her eyes to my chest and sighed. “I’m notthe one who got pummeled.”
Sliding my handsto her ass, I gave it a squeeze. “Well, that stops now.”
She smirked. “Idon’t think you can control my dreams.”
“Are you sayingI don’t have that kind of power?”
“Are you sayingyou do?” she challenged.
“Absolutely.”
She let out aquiet snort. “And exactly how do you have that kind of power, HuckleberryWilton?”
“Well, it’scalled sex, Daisy Mae Carver.”
“Are you sayingyou’re going to fuck me all night, so I don’t fall asleep?”
