“I want to try.” She moves her hands, pressing them to my chest. “This is new to me, but I know I’m supposed to give us a chance. All of us.”
“Good, Princess,” I hum. My phone rings at the same time I hear Rylee coming.
“Put your clothes on quickly and open the door,” she sings.
“Rylee’s here,” I say, and Haven frowns.
“She is?” She looks over her shoulder.
“My arms are full,” Rylee grumbles.
“She’s bringing food.” I tilt my head. There are heavy footsteps following her, but it’s not Lawson. I grip Haven's hips and stand up. Her surprised gasp makes me smile as I put her on her feet.
“Damn,” she whispers, brushing her hands over her hips. I move away and towards the door.
“Is there more?” I ask as I open the door. Rylee brushes past me with at least twenty bags around her wrists.
“I got them all,” she says, nodding over her shoulder. “Plus, something for Haven.”
“What?” Haven stares at the open door.
“From Bane King,” a deliveryman says, carrying a large crate. Two other men follow him, one is carrying another box, the other a piece of paper in one hand and several bags. “Where do you want them?”
“Bane?” Haven slowly walks closer. I look at the receipt and smile.
“He must have talked to Lawson,” I mumble, and my phone rings again. I look at Haven as I answer it. “Yeah?”
“If she needs more supplies, we’ll get more,” Bane says.
“Lawson called.”
“He did. She should have something she loves.”
“What is it?” Haven asks, glancing at Rylee. She dumps the groceries on the counter.
“Painting supplies,” I say. Haven’s eyes widen.
“Rylee, will you show them to Haven’s room?” I ask, watching Haven’s eyes shine.
“Sure thing,” Rylee says, grinning.
I wait until they leave the room.
“Come here, Princess,” I say.
“Is she happy?” Bane asks.
“I think that’s an understatement,” I mumble. She stops beside me, her arms around her stomach.
“Why? How?” she whispers.
“Bane’s on the phone.” I hold out my hand, and she slowly moves the phone to her ear.
“Bane?” she asks, swallowing hard.
“Lawson explained. You love painting,” he rumbles, and I shake my head. Bane sees a problem and fixes it. He knows it'll make her happy, but doesn’t understand why it should be a big deal.
“How did you get it so fast?” she asks, glancing at the men coming back through the room. I nod at them before shutting the door after they leave.
