Chapter 62

“What gives?” I whispered, once we were again alone(ish).

“Welcome to our sleeping quarters,” she whispered in reply. “We’ve been given sanctuary, at least for the time being.”

I smirked. “You mean until she deems otherwise, right?”

“Presumably. But, for now, it seems we’re in the blissful courting phase of our relationship.”

“Mainly because she idolizes you,” I couldn’t help but say.

She shrugged, mostly. “Be that as it may, we’re safe, for now.”

My smirk turned smile. “As are our husbands.”

She sucked in her breath, or at least made a valiant effort to. It came out, in fact, more like a grinding hiccup. “They’re down here? You saw them? Did you speak to them? How’s Lester?”

I patted her shoulder. “Calm down, sweetie,” I told her. “They were in the room next to yours, not down here.”

She tilted her head my way. “Um, huh?”

I turned my beams on, scanned her really quickly and replied, “Your dress is a size four, made in France and is dry clean only.”