“I like my attitude.” But she went to the closet, pulled out what looked warm and comfortable. “How come you can look sexy and rested after a couple hours’ sleep, and I feel like my brain’s been used for Arena Ball practice?”
“Enormous strength of will and lucky metabolism.” He selected a shirt, slipped it on, but didn’t bother to button it. He studied her as she pulled on stone gray trousers. “I could order up an energy drink.”
“No. They always have a crappy aftertaste and make me feel like my eyes are crossing and uncrossing. Weirds me.” She pulled on a long-sleeved white tee, dragged a black sweater over it. “I’m just going to—”
She stopped, frowned at the knock on the bedroom door. “Who else in their right mind would be up at this hour?”
“Let’s find out.” Roarke walked to the door, and opened it to Mavis and Belle.
“I saw the light under the door.”
“Is something wrong with the baby?” Roarke asked. “Is she sick?”
“Bella? No, she’s trip T’s—Totally Tip-Top. Just needed her morning change and snuggle. But I peeked out, saw the light. Okay if we come in a minute?”
“Of course. I was just about to deal with breakfast. Would you like something?”
“No, just too early for me to fuel up. Well, maybe some juice. Papaya maybe?”
“Have a seat.”
“Everything okay?” Eve asked her.
“Yeah, well, you know. When Belle sent out the morning call, I just didn’t want to cuddle in. Restless.”
Mavis stood, in red-and-white–striped pajamas Summerset must have unearth
ed from somewhere. They were too big for her, and way too conservative.
They made her look, to Eve’s eyes, tiny and fragile.
“Everything’s fine, going to be fine. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I guess I just wanted to see if you were okay, and if there was something I could do.”
“It’s under control.” Since Mavis was standing, swaying gently side to side in a way that was making Eve vaguely seasick, Eve gestured to a chair in the sitting area. “Sit down.”
“I was thinking Trina and I could look over the appointment books, and maybe we could try to find the hair enhancement.” Mavis shrugged. “And Trina was telling me she thinks the guy was using one of a couple of product lines—face and body creams and lotions. I could maybe track down where they’re available, and—I don’t know. Maybe it would help.”
“Maybe it would.”
Roarke set down a tall glass of juice, some fresh fruit, and a basket of muffins. Mavis glanced at them, then up at Roarke. “If I wasn’t gone squared over my huggie bear, I’d fight Dallas for you.”
“I’d squash you like a bug,” Eve told her.
“Yeah, but you’d limp awhile after. Would it be all right if we stayed here—Belle and me—until…Leonardo’s going to be back this afternoon. I thought—”
“You can stay as long as you like,” Roarke told her as he brought over two plates from the AutoChef.
“Thanks. He’s just worried. He started thinking what if Belle and I had been with Trina, and this guy had made a move on her. I know it’s fetched, but you have a kid and you start winding through the crazed meadow.”
“All meadows are crazed,” Eve commented. “You and Belle relax and hang.”
On cue, Belle began to fuss and whimper. Mavis shifted, smoothly unbuttoning the pajama top. “I thought maybe if Trina was finished before—”
“Sure, sure.” Instinctively Eve averted her eyes, grabbed her coffee. “I’ll have her brought back here when she’s done. No problem.”
“Mag. Big relief. So—”