She laughed. “Yeah. The same way I caught Khane looking at Desiree. I was scared that my girl would get caught up in a deadly triangle with the brothers.”
“I know. I showed up at Arjen’s house after he found out. They had the study looking like a den you’d find in hell.”
She burst out laughing. “That bad, huh? Desiree told me they had fought.”
“Yeah, but they worked it out. I knew they would. Anyway, back to my question. Did you see the way Arjen was looking at Mecca?”
“Yeah,” she answered.
“Well, I caught her sneaking looks too. I’m sure you’ve noticed, like Khane and Desiree, Arjen and Mecca are…”
“In love enough that if someone wanted to do harm to one or the other, that person could count their life as good as gone,” she stated, finishing the sentence and laughing at her own statements.
“Since they are willing to kill for each other, don’t you think that Mecca has told or will tell Arjen about the group?”
She shook her head. “There is nothing to tell. I don’t know who Rhi saw, but it wasn’t me.”
“Okay, be that way. You’ll tell me when you catch up and get to the next level,” I stated before lifting and placing a kiss to the inside of her palm.
“Get to the next level? What are you talking about?” she questioned, glancing up, but I had thankfully diverted my telling eyes. She was a smart woman. She would figure it out.
“How do you deal with what you went through, your mother’s death, transitioning into a survival-training situation, being there while your keepers were attacked and taken, and having your past purposely hidden from you? That was a lot to go through at an age when you should’ve been having fun, dating, and making bad decisions.”
“I do what many so-called rational people won’t do. I talk to a shrink at least twice a month, unload my burdens on her,” she admitted, giving me an answer I hadn’t expected, but respected and liked.
“So do I,” I confessed since she had shared so freely with me.
“You see a head doctor? I never imagined anyone in your family would do so, let alone admit to it.” Her smile came gradually, the appreciation for my information sharing written in her expression. “Does it help?”
“Yes,” I responded quickly.
When she glanced at me under her lashes without blinking and her body angled away from me just a touch, I knew the fun was over and she was about to grill me so hard that I would be well done.
“You don’t have to answer this question if you don’t want to but, Arlo’s mother, where is she? You mentioned her, but neither you nor your father or even Arlo for that matter ever talk about her. And why is this house guarded so heavily?”
I swallowed hard at the questions, not because I hadn’t seen them coming, but because I believed she deserved to know the answers.
Should I tell her everything?