Page 210 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Have you had lunch yet?”

“It’s lunchtime?” she asked, shocked.

“It’s past lunchtime. How about soup and rolls?”

“Yummy. I don’t want to go in yet, though.”

“All right, we’ll have lunch out here. But I’m getting you a blanket and a hat.”

She pulledher phone out from where she’d hid it behind a cushion. She hadn’t wanted to risk Salem seeing the messages she’d received this morning.

They were the real reason she’d come outside. She’d needed some fresh air to try and settle her nerves.

Tamsyn rubbed her tummy.

The subterfuge was getting to her. It was making her feel ill.

These were good guys and what she was doing wasn’t right.

One ofhislackeys had been sending her messages, telling her thathewasn’t happy.

And she knew what happened whenhewasn’t happy.

She had to sendhimsomething or she was likely going to end up getting a visit. Which wouldn’t go well.

So she sent a message to the lackey. Because she didn’t want to talk directly tohim.

Tell him that I’m living with them and they are falling for me. I’ll get them to spill their secrets to me. No matter what I have to do.

God.

She was going to puke.

Glancing up, she saw Salem walking toward her holding a tray of food with a blanket over his arm.

He was such a good man. And she was the worst sort of person.

“Here we are. Tomato soup with sour cream and warm bread rolls.”

Tamsyn wished she could eat the food. He placed the tray on daybed. Then he placed the blanket around her. He even produced a hat from his pocket and put it on her head.

Such a worrywart.

He settled in next to her, then reached over to grab a bowl of soup and a spoon, handing them to her.

She took it, holding it in her hands as she watched him grab the other bowl.

Then he sat and watched her.

“What is it?” she asked. “Is there something on my face?”

“No, baby, you’re beautiful as always. I was just waiting for you to start eating.”

“I don’t think I can,” she told him, stirring the soup. “But you eat.”

“I’m not eating unless you are,” he replied firmly. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, Sir,” she said quietly. “Just feel funny in my tummy.”

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