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Which she thought was a travesty.
Picking her back up, he carried her on his hip to the big sectional. He settled them both in the corner with her leaning back against his chest.
He put the nipple of the bottle to her mouth. She’d thought it might feel weird.
But as the movie played, she started to relax as she sucked.
It was surprisingly soothing.
Her eyes even drifted shut. At some stage she felt herself being shifted so her head was cushioned on a firm thigh and her feet were being gently rubbed.
Opening her eyes, she saw Grady had her feet in his lap.
And now everything was right in Effie’s world.
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Crap.
She was in trouble.
She glanced down at the bracelet around her ankle. This was all its fault. When Steele had snapped it around her ankle last Sunday afternoon before driving her home, she hadn’t thought much about it.
Until he’d told her that she was never to take it off . . . because there was a fucking tracking device in it!
She was of two minds about it. On the one hand, she knew it was the two of them being protective. It was their way of taking care of her. Both of them seemed to need to know where she was at all times.
She guessed that might be due to Steele losing his sister. That must have been devastating. And she thought that Grady seemed to like the feeling of being in control. So she’d decided to wear the bracelet without a fuss.
However, it meant they knew her every movement. Like right now.
She drew out her ringing phone, groaning out loud as she saw the name on the screen.
Fuck.
Taking a deep breath, she answered the call. “Hello!”
“Where are you?”
“I’m good. Thanks for asking. There’s peanut brittle in my office today if you’re after something sweet.”
“Effie. Where. Are. You?” Steele demanded.
Shoot. Sweet wasn’t working.
“You know where I am.” Because of the darn tracker.
“I know where you should be. Your ass should be sitting in your seat at your office in Pinkies. But where you are is a pharmacy three blocks away.”
“So you didn’t need to ask where I was then, did you?”
Effie, you need to be nice. This handsome man wants you, but he doesn’t want a shrew.
“Effie? Effie?”
“Sorry, Nan was telling me not to be a shrew.”
“Not happy about that,” he told her. “But thank you for telling me.”
