Page 145 of Papa's Bébé


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Poor Big B.

“And you know that’s not what I meant. I meant is this the sort of career you’ve always had.”

“I’ve always been in the protection business, yeah. I like to move around a lot now, so I haven’t really held down one job.”

Or had a home.

“Do you like that? Moving around a lot?”

“I do. I don’t like to . . . settle.”

Ouch. She didn’t know why that stabbed her in the stomach, but it did.

Don’t be stupid, Maya.

It’s not like the two of you were going to form a relationship or anything.

After this was all over, he would go back to his life as a free spirit and she would go back to her life.

Hah! A life? What life?

Your life consists of work, your babies, and animal rescues.

Although she did seem to have found two friends along the way. It was hard to open up and let them in, though. The idea of them leaving her as well . . . the way that her mom had. And her sister. Her brother.

Stop it, Maya.

Mom died, she didn’t want to leave. And you can’t blame Maisy or Marlin for wanting to get out of here. For finding something better.

No. But it didn’t stop her feelings of abandonment.

“Is it hard? Being tied down? With me? I mean, not with me, but because you’re watching over me. Is that hard?”

“Something’s definitely hard,” he muttered.

Huh?

What the heck did that mean?

Matthieu cleared his throat. “Surprisingly, I haven’t had the urge to take off and see where the wind takes me. But I haven’t been here long. Sometimes I stay for several months in one place, depending on the weather and company.”

Right.

When he found someone that he wanted to spend time with. She wondered how many women he’d been with.

Whoa.

Perhaps it’s better not to think too much about that.

“Have you got any siblings?” she asked.

“Is this what you like to do during car trips? Play twenty questions?”

“Ahh. Yep?” she replied hesitantly.

“Then it should be tit-for-tat, should it not?”

“Umm. I suppose. But you already know everything about me.”