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“Should we sit for a minute?” she asked.
“I'm lying flat on my back,” I pointed out. She rolled her eyes. “And you're already sitting,” I added.
“I am.”
Daphne fussed over me, helping me up and herding me into the kitchen, where she sat me down at the table and made me tea. She cooked an omelet, insisting that I needed the protein. I probably did.
She sat with me at the table, nibbling on a leftover scone. “Can I have a scone for dessert?” I asked.
She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. “Of course. You're another scone lover.”
“I like the subtle flavor. They're always a little buttery too.” I finished the last bite of my omelet.
She took a sip of coffee before asking, “So how are things with Grant?”
I almost choked on the sip of water I’d just taken. “I'm sorry, what?” I asked after I dabbed the water on my chin with a napkin.
Her lips curled in a knowing smile. “You must know he told Diego he has feelings for you. It’s pretty obvious to me that you two have the hots for each other. It’s definitely a two-way street. I was just wondering how long it would take. After Cat moved out to the staff house, I figured she would be the unwitting chaperone.”
I felt my cheeks heating and ignored it. I mentally sighed and decided to take the honest approach. “Things with us are good.”
“Really?” She looked a little surprised I’d shared anything.
“Don't be so surprised. If I'm going to tell anybody, it's you.”
“Really?” she repeated, her gaze genuinely curious.
“I trust you. You might mention it to Flynn, but you won't give him the juiciest details.”
She laughed softly. “True. So this is a thing?”
“Oh yeah, it's totally a thing. I just didn't want Diego to know it’s a thing already. Please don’t let Flynn in on that detail.”
“I’ll keep it vague.” She made the cross in front of her heart.
“There was a…” I paused, uncertain what I was trying to explain.
“A spark?” she offered helpfully.
I grinned. “Sure. I thought it would just be a one-time thing, but Grant’s a really nice guy.”
She nodded firmly. “He’s a great guy.”
I must have looked distressed because she leaned over, curling her arm around my shoulders and squeezing quickly. “What's wrong if it's a good thing?” she asked softly as she leaned back.
“I don't know. I'm independent. It's hard for me to rely on anyone. My last boyfriend screwed around on me, but it wasn't like we were in love.” I paused, considering the one detail I hated talking about. “When I was sixteen, my sister’s boyfriend hit on me. He was twenty-seven.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What an asshole and a creep!”
“I told him to fuck off, but I guess it made it hard for me to trust. My sister thought he was the best guy. He was nice and everything.”
“What happened?”
“I told her, and she dumped him. It was a big thing. He told her I was lying, but she believed me.” Thank God for small favors. My stomach curdled every time I recalled him trying to kiss me after sliding his hand too low past my waist. I’d been horrified. I shook those thoughts away. Sure, it had definitely contributed to my distrust of the world, but it was the past. “Grant doesn't really do serious, does he?”
Daphne was gracious enough to let the conversation move on. “I don't think he's opposed to it. Maybe he hasn’t met the right person.”
“Yeah, but how can I be the right person? It could get messy.”
