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“Oh.” I paused. “It would’ve been nice if you’d told me.”
“Didn’t think it mattered.” He shrugged. “I didn’t know Helen was going to be at your house. By the way, who the fuck is Helen?”
“My housekeeper,” I stated.
“You mean our housekeeper.”
I rolled my eyes and unmuted the phone. “Helen?”
“Yes, I’m here. I don’t trust these guys,” she whispered. “They’re looking at me.”
“Looking at you, how?”
“I don’t know, they’re just looking at me.”
“You can trust them.”
“They have tattoos,” she stage-whispered.
“I know,” I whispered back. “I guess now is the time to tell you that you’ll see a second toothbrush in the bathroom, along with some shaving stuff because my boyfriend is moving in.”
“Fiancé,” Bones said as soon as he overheard. “Call me your fiancé.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“Wait, your boyfriend, who you’ve never even mentioned is moving in?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “It happened really fast. I get that, but I’ll bring you up to speed. I promise.”
“Hmm. I don’t like this, Hayden.”
“I love that you’re protective, but he’s a good man and you’ll like him.”
“Does he have tattoos?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll see.”
I hung up with her and couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping me despite the exhaustion and terror of the unknown.
“She doesn’t like men with tattoos?” Bones asked as he opened the passenger door for me.
“She’s old school, sorry about that.” I shook my head.
“Just as long as you like my tattoos, we’re good.”
“I like your tattoos just fine,” I assured him.
He shut the door and then climbed into the driver’s side. “Why do I have this vision in my head of a stuffy British housekeeper just on the younger side of sixty?”
“She’s fifty, and not British. But I adore her, so you’ll just have to win her over somehow.”
“I can be pretty charming, Duchess. Won you over, didn’t I?”
I nodded. “On that thought, we might need to get her tipsy.”
“Brat.” His phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Vance just got your attorney’s paperwork.”
