“Show him your arm,” Tobias told her.

Seriously. What part of ‘don’t tell Jenner’ didn’t he understand? Someone really wanted more peanut butter in their sheets. Or perhaps their shoes this time.

“Immy,” Jenner said in a warning voice. “Show. Me.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, holding out her arm. It really didn’t look that bad.

But the way Jenner sucked in a breath, you would have thought she’d been beaten.

His phone started vibrating in his hand and she glanced down to see Lauren was calling.

“Lauren did this to you?” Jenner asked.

“And afterward, she wasn’t sorry,” Tobias said. “Bitch meant to hurt her.”

“Tobias!” she cried.

Tobias gave her an unrepentant look.

Jenner answered the call and brought the phone to his ear. “You touched Immy.”

She couldn’t hear what Lauren was saying, but Jenner’s face could have been carved in white marble.

“No, you listen. You’re fired. I’ll get Abe to sort whatever needs sorted with our lawyer. But I do not want to see you again or hear from you. Understand? No, I don’t care your reasons. You don’t ever hurt my family and you never, ever touch Immy.”

He ended the call.

For some stupid reason, Immy wanted to cry.

“Jenner,” she said in a hoarse voice. “You can’t fire her.”

“Of course I can. She hurt you, she’s gone. Simple as that.”

“It’s not really that simple, though?—”

“It is,” he said firmly. “But I’m not happy with you, Immy.”

“Me? Why?”

“You should have told me straight away what happened.”

“You were singing,” she said lamely.

“Then as soon as I stopped singing, you should have told me. Were you planning to tell me?” Jenner asked.

“Umm.”

“She wasn’t,” Tobias said.

Immy glared at him. “You’re just a chatterbox today, aren’t you?”

Tobias shrugged his thick shoulders. “I’m supposed to be looking after you. This is me doing that.”

Cupcakes.

Jenner cupped her chin in his hand. “You come first, Immy. You always come first. Before everything.”

There was a strange look on his face. One she couldn’t decipher and she swallowed heavily.