Page 37 of Her Hero Daddy

Kane hung up with Damian and sat back in his chair, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t been able to save his mom, but he would do whatever he had to do to save Haylee. He would die to protect her. To make sure she never experienced that kind of hurt and pain again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, Mom. But I will save her if it’s the last thing I do,” he said out loud, running a hand over his face.

He sent a text to the group of employees he had assigned down in San Bernardino to see if they’d found any leads to where Tim might be. His phone vibrated back almost immediately, letting him know that they had no leads yet. Shit. Was this guy crazy enough to travel to another state to try to find Haylee?

He decided to call his friend Ian, a tech wizard up in Seattle. They’d met at a BDSM club and were both into boxing. Despite being a tech geek, Ian could scrap like no other he’d ever met before. If he were to need someone on his team for a fight, Ian would be the first person he called.

“Ian, it’s Kane.”

“Yeah, buddy. I know. It’s the twentieth century, and there is this thing called caller ID nowadays.”

And he was also a smart-ass when he wanted to be.

“I have a problem.”

“Well, I kind of figured as much since you don’t usually call me to ask me out on a date. What’s up?”

“How can I find out if there’s some kind of tracker on a phone?”

Kane explained the situation and about Tim texting her.

“Overnight ship the phone to me. I will check it out. I can also put my own tracker on it to track locations of where he’s making calls and texts from in case the jackass is dumb enough to keep calling or texting. Turn it off before you send it to me.”

“Are you sure? I hate to put more work on you. I know you’re busy sitting up in your office, not doing shit.”

“Can’t wait to see you in the ring again soon, my friend,” Ian answered playfully.

“Do I need to get her passcode for you or anything like that?”

Ian made an exasperated sound, “I could hack the White House if I wanted to. I’m pretty sure I can get into a smartphone without the passcode. But sure, go ahead and text it to me.”

Kane rolled his eyes. “Thanks. I owe you.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

He called Luke back and asked if he would pick up the phone first thing in the morning and take it to a FedEx store to get it shipped off. Kane didn’t want to leave Haylee alone yet. She was still fragile, and if he were completely honest with himself, he wanted her as close to him as possible at all times.

Feeling as though he had a lot of pent-up energy, Kane went to his bedroom and changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. He walked outside to the detached shop on his property, where he had a gym set up with a punching bag. He needed to expel some of that energy and anger, and maybe, just maybe, he would actually be able to get some sleep for the first time since he’d met Haylee.

By the time he was done, his T-shirt was drenched with sweat, and he felt a little lighter. Using the punching bag had always been a way for him to work through things in his head. It made him think clearer and come up with ideas and solutions. The only idea he came up with while beating on the bag was that he wished the bag was Tim Parker’s face, but as he walked back into the house and up to his room, his shoulders felt a lot less tense.

Stripping out of his clothes, he left them on the floor and stepped into the shower. His cock had been aching, and no matter how much he stroked himself off, it seemed to go right back to being hard. Everything about Haylee had stirred it to life. Sure, he had played with other Littles over the years and even had some short-term relationships, but nothing had ever stuck. He had never had a magnetic pull toward a Little as he did toward Haylee. But he was pretty sure that she had no idea that she was a Little. Gripping his cock, he stroked himself as the hot water sprayed down on him until his orgasm shot out into the stream of water. Yeah, he was relaxed now.

When he was done showering, he dried himself and put on a pair of pajama pants that hung low on his hips. He picked up the sweaty clothes to take to the laundry in the garage, not wanting them to stink up his hamper. It was nearly three in the morning, and he needed to go to bed so he could be up to make Haylee breakfast.

When he stepped out into the garage, he found Haylee standing in front of the washing machine, stuffing her sheets in. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, as though she’d been caught in the act of committing a murder. His eyes skirted over her, and he noticed instead of her blue pajamas that she had gone to bed in, she was wearing a pair of pale pink pajama pants and a matching tank top. He looked at her with concern and confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh… Uh… I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were awake.”

He studied her and then looked toward the sheets that were only partially loaded into the wash, noticing a large wet spot on them. Oh. Shit. Her eyes lowered, and she stood frozen in place. He moved quickly toward her, gently taking the sheets out of her hands, and finished loading them into the wash, poured in the soap, and closed the door.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice cracking.

Kane turned toward her as tears dripped down her cheeks. He felt terrible for her. Was this a regular occurrence, or did she have a nightmare?

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”