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She was going to get in that car and drive to work.
Or . . . maybe she was going to sit in Loki’s lap and play hooky. She wasn’t sure at this stage.
“No, you don’t.”
“I does.”
Drat. There she went again.
“You’re taking the day off,” he said firmly.
“I can’ts. I gots too much work to do.” And she didn’t want to do any of it.
She was so tired. All she wanted was to crawl back into bed and sleep. Her mind was all over the place. She’d been texting with Remy several times since Saturday night, but she still had no idea what he planned to do to ‘uncomplicate’ things.
“I have to go to work.”
“Well, that would be a silly thing to do since I already called in sick for you.”
“You what?”
“Yep. So if you turn up now, you’re going to make a liar out of me.”
“But . . . but I’m not sick. Loki! I can’t take the day off. I have so much work to do.”
“You’ve been working so much overtime that they owe you a day off.”
He wasn’t wrong there.
But still . . . she knew the work was going to pile up and she wasn’t sure she could deal with it all tomorrow.
Loki walked over to the kitchen and deposited her on the island. “Take today off. I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.”
She sucked in a breath. He’d guessed the reason for her panic attack.
“I have to drive sometime.”
“Why? You have me. I can be your chauffeur.” He gave her a mock bow and a salute.
She had to grin. “Oh, you’re just going to take me anywhere I need to go?”
“Yes, princess! I live to serve, princess! Whatever you need, princess! I am here for you. Your loyal servant.” This time he bowed so low that his hands touched the floor.
A giggle escaped her. “You know, I think I’m tired of walking. I think I might need you to carry me. My legs . . . they just don’t want to work.”
“Of course, princess. Might I offer my humble back?” He turned and she climbed onto his back.
He held her under her legs, hefting her up higher.
“I really shouldn’t play hooky, Ki-Ki,” she whispered.
“No one will know, Tink. Your secret is safe with me. Now, princess, shall I carry you to your bedroom so that you might get dressed in princess clothes?”
“Ooh, yes, take me there now.” He galloped toward her bedroom and carefully put her down on her bed.
“Princess, your humble servant has an outfit he has purchased for you. I’m not sure it’s up to your refined taste, but if you would indulge me . . .”
She waved her hand. “Please, go ahead.”
