A loud knocking on her front door woke us.

“Stay here.” I moved her off my shoulder and rolled to the side of the bed. After I slid on a pair of shorts, I walked to the living room and peeked out the front window.

Her dad’s car sat in the driveway. Fuck.

I swallowed down the lump that had returned and become lodged in my throat before I opened the door.

“Frisco,” Mr. Phillips said with a tight jaw. “Did you do it?”

I stared him straight in the eyes. “It’s done.”

“He alive?”

“Yeah.”

“Good job, son.”

I swear, we had the oddest conversations. It was a back-and-forth, much like tennis but without the grunting. He barely moved; I didn’t dare show weakness as we bantered.

Son. Oh my God, he called me son.

A slow smile spread across my face. “He’s taken care of, sir.”

He ran his hands through his hair and glanced around her yard. “I can sleep a little better.”

“Sir, I think it was the only way it could go.”

He took a step forward. “I’ve never killed someone, but I’d do it for my family. Remember that, Frisco. There’s nothing more important to me in this world than them. I’d give my life if it meant they’d be safe.”

“I’d do the same, Mr. Phillips. I’d never let anything happen to Georgia. I took care of him. He won’t hurt anyone for a very long time, and hopefully, he’ll think twice before he has the chance to do it again.”

He nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder. “How’s my girl today?”

At least he didn’t say kid. “She’s good. Sleeping.”

“I didn’t like you, and I still reserve the right to hate you in the future, but for now I’ll leave you two in peace.”

“Thanks, sir. You’re growing on me too.” I laughed.

“As long as you make Georgia happy and will protect her with your life, I won’t have you whacked.”

“What?” I asked, thinking I’d heard him wrong, even though I knew I didn’t.

“Nothing. Tell Georgia hello and I’ll bring Rosie over tomorrow to see her. She’s worried about her, but she knows you’re taking care of her.”

I crossed my arms in front of me, wondering where he was going with this. “I am.”

He winked at me. “Just not too well, got me?”

“Loud and clear, sir.”

“Good.” He nodded. “Back to the grind.”

I nodded back and waited for him to make his way to his car. He stopped before opening the door, turning toward me and smiling. “I was wrong about you,” he said and tipped his head at me.

“Okay,” I mumbled, unable to stop my eyebrows from drawing together. I knew what he thought. He’d seen my tattoos, knew my line of work, and probably thought I had been a criminal.

“You’re honorable.”

“I am.”

“Keep that shit up,” he said before climbing into the car and slamming the door.

The man always had me on edge. I didn’t know if that feeling would ever go away, but I hoped eventually it would pass.

“Was that my dad?” Georgia asked and looked over my shoulder as I closed the front door.

“Yep.”

She eyed me with suspicion. “He hassle you?”

“No.” I rubbed the back of my neck and closed my eyes. “He’s just…”

“Scary?” She laughed.

I walked toward her and wrapped my arms around her, smelling my scent all over her. “Something like that.”

“He’s all bark and no bite,” she said, balancing on her crutches even though I held her.

“Sure,” I mumbled. That man could bite, and it could be deadly.

Every girl thought her father was the sweetest man in the entire world. That fact was true of Georgia, but it was a complete and utter lie. Any man who used to carry a weapon for work couldn’t be discounted.

“I want to shower, but this damn cast makes it so fucking hard. Can you help me?”

“You know what makes me hard?” I whispered with my mouth buried in her hair as I rubbed my already hard dick against her stomach.

“We’re going to get dirty before we get clean, aren’t we?”

“You bet that sweet little ass of yours.” I lifted her into my arms.

She dropped the crutches and they clattered to the floor before she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

The cast was a problem. We’d have to make use of the counter before I wrapped her cast in plastic and helped her clean up.

I carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the granite counter, which earned me a yelp. “Jesus,” she mumbled, “that shit is cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.” I nudged her legs apart, dropping to my knees and burying my face in her pussy.

We spent the rest of the day making each other dirty and loving every minute of it.