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He frowned. Glanced at his phone again. Still nothing from Macca. How long did he take to check on one small female?

“Do you not like your sandwich?” Charlie asked, still wearing the moustache. “I can make you another one.”

She tried to climb off her stool, but Clint placed his hand on her shoulder, stilling her. “He doesn’t like his sandwich; he can make himself another one. You sit. Eat.” He turned to stare at her, then grinned and grabbed a napkin, took hold of her chin with one hand and wiped at her face with the napkin.

“Hey! Stop!” Charlie squirmed around.

“You’ve got a moustache, sweetheart,” he told her gently. “There we go, all clean.” He finished by kissing the tip of her nose. “Cute as a button.”

She pouted slightly, but Kent could see the pleasure in her face. A strange longing unfurled inside him. He was happy for his brother. More than happy. Since meeting Charlie, Clint had started to change his work-a-holic ways.

“Okay, spill it. You’ve got a face like a lemon and you’re insulting Charlie by not eating the food she made for you.”

And nobody insulted Charlie and escaped Clint’s wrath. He got it. He picked up one half of the roast beef and mustard sandwich, taking a bite.

“I’m not insulted,” Charlie muttered.

Clint sent her a look. “And I better see you finish everything on your plate, little girl.”

Charlie screwed up her nose and Kent winked at her.

“You’re so bossy,” she muttered.

“You get to be bossy when you’re the boss,” Clint answered back. “And the Daddy. And the big brother.”

Kent rolled his eyes. “He’s always been like this, sweetheart. For as long as I can remember. Whenever we’d play a game, he’d always have to be in charge.”

Charlie sighed. “But at least he doesn’t spank you when you don’t do what he wants.” She went red after saying that.

Kent just laughed. “He would’ve if he could have gotten away with it.”

Clint hugged her close, kissing the top of her head to try to ease her embarrassment. She was still getting used to this lifestyle. Her Little tended to be shy around other people, although she opened up more with Kent than most people.

He glanced at his phone. Where the fuck was Macca?

“Spill it,” Clint answered.

“It’s nothing.”

“Might not be able to spank you, but I can beat your ass in the boxing ring if that’s what it takes.”

“Like to see you try, big bro,” Kent snapped back, riding the edge of his temper. Then he noticed Charlie staring at him with wide, worried eyes. He sighed. “Sent Macca in to check on Abby. I’m waiting for him to call or text me.”

Clint frowned slightly. “Something wrong with Abby?”

Kent shrugged. “Not that I know of. Eden just asked me to check on her. She’s been trying to call her.”

“So, you sent Macca? Why didn’t you go?” Clint demanded.

“I’m busy.”

“Busy picking apart your sandwich?” Charlie asked.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then glanced down at his lunch which he had managed to tear into small pieces. What a mess. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He got up and dumped the food. “Guess I’m just not hungry.”

“Don’t you like Abby?” Charlie asked.

He turned with a small frown. “Why would you say that?”