Page 100 of Protecting Love

She froze for half a second.

Talk about putting them both on the spot.

She straightened, her defensive reaction snapping back into place. “We’re just seeing where it goes.”

He didn’t contradict her. But she could feel his eyes on her.

London looked between them, then grinned again. “Well. I’m happy. But I expect details later.”

“No,” she said firmly.

London shrugged. “We’ll see.”

At least that was a sign her sister was going to let this drop.

“Please go change, and we’ll get dinner done.”

“My sister,” London sang out, “cooking dinner with her boyfriend. So sweet.”

The door shut and she turned to Fletcher. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“She’s a bit... much.”

“She is. I knew that.”

“Because you researched us so much?” she asked.

“Not like you think.” She watched as he assembled the salad like it was nothing more than a nightly chore.

He must have sensed her eyes on him. He turned, then put a kiss on her lips. “Relax. I’m just having fun with you.”

“Seems like everyone is tonight.”

“I would have thought the calmer you were, the more it’d work your sister up.”

“It would have. But it seems being embarrassed makes it worse in my case.”

Which she should have remembered, but it’d been so long since she’d been in this position.

And never with a man.

“I can leave if you want,” he said.

She shook her head. “No. Not unless you want to. Or have to get home to Ian.”

“We can have dinner.” His hand came out, running down the side of her face. “Tell me what you need me to do for you to relax around your sister.”

“Nothing,” London said. “That move right there, it tells me everything I need to know.”

She growled and put her head down on the counter.

This dinner was going to be so uncomfortable and for the life of her she had no idea why.

No, that was wrong.

She knew why.