“No matter what, I will find out who’s doing this, and in the meantime, I will keep you safe.”
Fuck, the thought of something happening to her made him physically sick. He couldn’t see his life without her in it.
The next day, she wanted to go to work. He told her that he had already got a replacement for her, and he wanted her to sit with either him in his office on the sofa or at home with Jace and Mack.
She scowled as she sat up in bed naked with her legs crossed, the sheet around her hips. “But I feel fine.”
He stopped by the bed and stared down at her as he buttoned his shirt cuffs. “And I can see you still have a headache. Maybe not a migraine, but you still don’t feel good.”
“But—”
He leaned down got in her face with a hand on either side of her hips. “Listen, baby. This is what’s going to happen. You have a choice. Here or my office?”
He had to hold back a smile at the dramatic way she sighed.
“Fine, I’ll stay here and get ready and then come down to your office.”
“Good. I’ll have one of the guys bring you down. You will eat something before you come. You got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and stood. “Good girl. I’ll see you soon.”
She nodded.
The last sight of her was of her glowering at him. He decided to let it go for the moment, but they’d talk about that soon.
She rested for the rest of the day, so he let her up to help them cook dinner because she was going stir crazy. He laughed when she ran into one of the guys for the umpteenth time and growled.
“Guys, I can do this by myself.”
Mack shook his head. “Oh, no. That wouldn’t be fair, and since you’re so delicate right now, I feel we should all help.”
Jace snorted, and Sean grinned.
She froze and put her hands on her hips. “Delicate? You’re calling me delicate?”
“Yes, sweetie. You’re such a tiny little thing.”
Sean saw her grit her teeth and bit his lip to keep from laughing. He knew Mack was poking at her, and for the moment, he’d let him because it was so entertaining.
“You’re a jackass,” she said.
All three men turned her way.
Sean crossed his arms and raised a brow. “For one thing, I don’t like you cussing.”
“But I didn’t. It’s another word for donkey.”
“You’re tone of voice also needs to be adjusted.”
Ava pointed a finger at Mack. “Wait! He started it.”
“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you have to let him get to you.”
She crossed her arms. “That’s not fair. He’s supposed to be a daddy, so he has to behave.”
Jace grunted and stirred the pot of sauce. “I would agree with you, short-stack, but we’re talking about Mack. When or if we find our little, she’s going to have to take his obnoxious attitude with the good.”