Her Older Protector (Daddy Knows Better Book 7)

She’s running from an abusive ex. He works for a secret agency. Will they realize that they’re stronger together?

Jake
I live for the days I get to be a hero.
I’ve seen too many women stuck in a bad situation.
When I see a damsel in distress, I have to help.
Leah is curvy, brave, and too young to have to deal with this on her own.
Now I have to convince her that I’ll always be there to protect her.

This is a Sweet, Steamy Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers. This is the seventh in the Daddy Knows Better series, but it can also be read as a standalone. If you love short romances with steamy sex scenes and a sweet love story, then you’ll love this book.

“Pruitt, McCoy, & Black, how may I direct your call?”
It’s four fifty-six in the afternoon, and I’m just packing up my bag to head home from my job as a law firm receptionist. We don’t get many calls this late in the day, so I’m surprised when the phone rings with just minutes to spare before our official closing time.
But when I recite our standard phone greeting into the receiver, no one responds.
“Pruitt, McCoy, & Black,” I repeat.
No one speaks, but I can hear deep, unhurried breaths, and a slight shhhhh noise in the background, like the caller is in a moving car.
“Pruitt, McCoy, & Black.” My voice softens to a fraction of its normal volume, and ice floods down my spine.
Shit. It’s him.
I throw the rest of my things into my bag, grab my jacket and keys and hustle out the door, breaking into a run as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk. My fingers shake as I press the button to unlock my car door and slide inside, but with a deep breath, I will myself to keep moving.
Keep going.
Do whatever I need to do.
My little hatchback rumbles to life and I punch the gas pedal hard, kicking the car into traffic as I zoom out to my little rental house on the outskirts of Fairview. I can’t afford an apartment in a high-security building, so this unassuming little place off a hard-to-find back road, obscured by trees, was my next best option. There are only a few houses back here, and all of us are single people who keep to ourselves.
I drive as fast as I dare down the little gravel road, dust and rocks kicking up behind me, until I round the bend and my little white bungalow comes into view. Anger boils up inside of me when I see the car that already sits in the drive.
No.
Not today, shithead.
I slam the brakes, sending rocks and dirt flying everywhere as I throw the car into park. I pause for just a second to slide my sharp keys in between my clenched fingers and fling my door open.
“What are you doing here, Patrick?” I hiss at the man standing on my porch. I climb out of the car and take a few steps forward, then stop. I want to leave enough space between us that I can get back to my car and lock the door if necessary. “I still have a restraining order.”
Patrick holds his hands up and steps toward me. I skitter back, adjusting my sweaty hand around my keys.
“Baby-” he starts, but I cut him off.
“I’m not your baby. I’m not your anything. What do you want?”

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