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Maeve had to giggle, because she knew that’s the way Immy took her coffee. Gray shot her a look, but didn’t say anything as he settled on the sofa with her on his lap. When she tried to wriggle off, he tightened his hold on her.
“No,” he whispered firmly and quietly into her ear.
“You okay in here, Maeve?” Jenner asked worriedly.
“Yes, I’m fine.” She gave him a soft smile. “Where’s Abe, though? How is he?”
“He’s resting,” Sampson told her. “He’ll be all right, but he’s exhausted and he can’t remember anything that happened. We haven’t told him what happened to you. The doctor said it’s best not to upset him right now and you know he’s going to feel guilty.”
“We don’t ever have to tell him,” she blurted out.
“Of course we do,” Sampson countered. “But we’ll wait a few days. How are you feeling? What did the doctor say? Do you need to go to bed?”
“I’m fine. The doctor said that I just have to take it easy for a few days. No one needs to baby me.”
“Actually, that’s exactly what I need,” Gray whispered to her. “To baby you.”
She blushed slightly at his words. Sampson eyed them suspiciously.
“So, Gray? What is it you do for a living?” Sampson asked.
Gray just raised an eyebrow.
“He’s a bodyguard,” she said quickly.
Sampson grunted. “A dangerous profession then.”
Jenner cleared his throat, looking amused. “Sampson, have you forgotten what you do for a living?”
“No, what I do is follow your spoiled ass around and keep you out of trouble.”
Jenner rolled his eyes.
“Who are you a bodyguard for?” Sampson asked.
Gray didn’t answer.
“A friend,” she said hastily.
“Where did you grow up? What are your plans for the future? You surely don’t want to be a bodyguard forever. Do you have the financial means to look after Maeve?”
They all gaped at Sampson.
“Oh good, I made it back in time for the inquisition,” Immy said cheerfully as she walked in with a tray.
Jenner jumped up and took it from her, setting it on the coffee table and she gave him a grateful look.
“So, have you asked Gray about his intentions? I mean, he already proposed.” She handed Gray his coffee and Maeve a glass of chocolate milk.
Bless her.
Gray frowned in disapproval, but didn’t say anything as she sipped the chocolate milk, savoring it like a fine wine.
Heaven.
“That wasn’t a proper proposal,” she told Immy. “He’s going to do better.”
“Apparently,” Gray said with what almost looked like a hint of fear in his face. But that couldn’t be right.
