“I need to talk to you two real quick.” Christopher’s serious voice had no right to be as sexy as it was.
“What’s up?” Liam asked, sounding older than his seventeen years.
“Alara was robbed at work.” Charlotte gasped. Bless her.
“She okay?” Liam asked.
“She’s okay now. But she was attacked, and she is pretty bruised and has a busted foot.”
“Oh, no,” Charlotte said.
“She’s okay,” Christopher assured his niece. “But she is going to stay here for a few days while we figure out who did it.”
“Someone’s after her?” Liam asked.
“Maybe. We just want to make sure she’s safe. And has somewhere she can recover. Her place has too many stairs. And she has no one around to help.”
“But she can have all of us here,” Charlotte said.
“Exactly. I thought maybe you two could entertain and walk Tuna for her. And maybe grab her things so she doesn’t have to get up.”
“Where is she?” Liam asked.
“She’s staying in my room.”
“Oh, yeah?” Liam asked, and I could hear the question there, one that likely went right over his sister’s head.
“I’m on the couch.”
“I can take the couch,” Liam offered.
“No, kid. I got it. But if you got a few minutes, she could use an extra pillow or two to put under her leg.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Ice packs. The kind that bend.”
“Anything else?”
“I dunno. Anything you think she might need.”
“He’s not going to know,” Charlotte declared. I could practically hear her eye roll. “I should go too.”
“Alright. But don’t be long. We have to order dinner.”
“I can pick it up if you place it,” Liam offered.
“We,” Charlotte corrected.
“Alright. Let me ask Alara what she’s in the mood for. I think we should let her pick after the day she’s had.”
“Yeah, and maybe ask her what she wants for dessert too.”
“Whatever the kids are usually into is fine,” I told him when he appeared in the doorway with my coffee.
“Heard all that, did you?”
“Your building is freakishly quiet.”
