Chapter 140

He lifted his head and looked down the length of his body. Abby had covered him in every single stuffed animal she owned. The bed was shorter than his king-size - quite a bit shorter - and his legs stuck out the end. His body was at a weird angle and his neck had a crick in it from being jammed up against the headboard all night, but damn if he didn’t feel like he was on top of the world. “Am I a prisoner?” he asked, looking from the stuffed animals back to her. “No,” she said with an impish grin, “they’re just keeping an eye on you. Nobody wanted you to disappear in the middle of the night.” Oh god, his heart ached for the little girl who thought people always left her. How could his ex-wife do such a thing to their kid? Seriously, the woman was a basket-case and he was thankful that he’d already had his legal team working on a custody case. Heather was too unstable to let her be the primary caregiver for his daughter, not that she had been in the past. That honour belonged to Becky a