Free Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) by Breanna Hayse Page A

babydoll."
    Screwing up her face, she pushed him away. "And this is why I don't want you going to my races. You're embarrassing me in front of Ian. Stop!"
    Caine calmly stood between them. "Enough, you two. We need to get cleaned up and run over to the house for the deliveries. Layton? Are you going to go with us?"
    "Actually, I need to get a case ready for Monday. Before anyone argues—and yes, I'm talking about you, Maybelle," Layton held up his hand to stop her protests, "if I do it now then I will have the entire day on Sunday to spend with all of you. That also means that I won't have to hurry through your punishment book that night."
    "There's nothing in my book." May folded her arms again.
    "Didn't I tell you to put the door slamming in there?"
    "That's not fair! You already spanked me for that! Caine! That's double jeopardy!" She stomped her foot.
    "She's got a point," Ian said, holding back a laugh as May stared up defiantly at her tall husbands.
    "I agree." Caine nodded. "The door slamming temper tantrum was dealt with already."
    "No, I dealt with her defiance, not the tantrum," Layton argued.
    Caine shook his head. "I have to disagree. May, put down the pinecones."
    "Take it back, mister, or these are going to be used," she threatened, aiming at Layton.
    Caine held out his hands in front of him with his palms facing her. "Easy, girl. Put the pinecones down and nobody gets hurt."
    "Take it back! Make him swear that my book is clear." She drew back her arm, her eyes darting back and forth between the two handsome men. She didn't see Ian sneak up behind her before he grabbed her around the waist and freed his friends from the threat of her deadly aim. "No fair! I was ambushed!" she protested.
    "Yeah, you were. She's no bigger than a football," Ian said and laughed, tossing May over his shoulder and turning towards the laughing men. "Who does she usually aim for?"
    "Layton, and she rarely misses. Hold her still," Caine requested before landing a solid swat across her backside.
    "You call that a smack? Lemme show you how to do it." Layton repeated the swat.
    "Stop it!" May tried to kick, but Ian's arms around her legs prevented it. "Ow! That's enough!"
    "Keep going, guys; the pounding of her fists on my back feels great. Ow! She bit me. OW!" Ian said.
    "Maybelle, take Ian's shoulder out of your mouth," Layton ordered, lifting her from the other man's shoulder and placing her on her feet. "No biting."
    "He deserved it. Next time, I'll be watching you closely. Because," she grabbed a pinecone and pitched it at Ian, "I'll be aiming for you. Hear me?"
    "Hey! Stop her!" the man yelled, ducking the flying pinecones as they pelted him unmercifully.
    "That's enough. Go inside and get ready," Caine ordered, breaking into a laugh after she had raced to the house. "She got you."
    "Yeah, she did," Ian said. "I would do anything to see Savannah be able to play like that."
    "We will all do our best to bring it out. You have my word. Now, let's get your new home in order."
    ***
    "What time is it?" Ian asked, looking out the window.
    "It's five minutes since the last time you asked," Caine said.
    "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. What if I screw up? What if—"
    "What if you just do your best? There's the ambulance," Caine said as the vehicle pulled into the driveway. "Let's get this started."
    An hour later, the young woman was lying back in bed, with Caine stroking her shoulder-length red hair as he spoke gently to her, explaining where they were and what would be occurring. Tears streamed down both sides of her face as she spoke through her wired jaw, growing frustrated when she couldn't lick her dry lips or significantly increase her volume to emphasize her frustration. She looked frantically at Ian and then back to Caine, and then shook her head.
    "Savannah, I wanted to do this for us, not just for you. Caine and Layton are going to try to help us so that maybe we can heal our marriage and help us both be happy. I love you, but things