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“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
His gaze dipped to my mouth, and all my bravado vanished under a waterfall of fear.
He inhaled and immediately released me.
“Will you please sit on the couch and let me look at your scrapes?”
“Asking it as a question instead of stating what you want doesn't actually mean I have a choice, does it?”I said, marching to the couch and sitting down.
He followed, knelt in front of me, and took my hands.The only thing that stopped me from going on the offensive was his brief touches.He only did what was necessary to apply more ointment and new adhesive bandages.
Once he was done, he turned his back on me and started putting everything away.I slipped out of the office, shut down my laptop, and waited by the elevators.
He drove me to Rexbies in silence and pulled over at the curb to drop me off, which still involved him getting out to open the door for me.Grandma was waiting for me by the entrance.
“That felt like I was back in grade school being dropped off,” I said to her.
She chuckled and patted my hand.
“A good man worries about you.A bad one doesn’t even think about what happens once you’re off on your own.”
She led me into the pub, which was an eclectic mash-up of bar, diner, and lounge that played music at a reasonable volume for conversation and smelled like deep-fried nirvana.
“I got us a private room in back,” Grandma said, tugging me along.
The private room was about the size of my closet, which was decent, and had a table big enough for six but set for two.
As soon as she shut the door behind us, all the sound disappeared.
“There, now we can talk without anyone hearing.”She motioned for me to sit.“Heard you were late because you were giving Bennett a tough time.”
“Just enough for him not to call the cops, but apparently enough to tattle to you.”
She laughed.“We both know I’m not the enforcer in the family.”
“Pfft.That’s like saying Mom’s not the life manager.”
Grandma smirked at me but didn’t comment on that.Instead, she said, “So tell me why we’re really having dinner together.”
“Because you’re the only one I trust to answer me honestly.I hope you don’t break that trust today.”
She got really serious.“Never.Speak your mind, and ask your questions.”
“Am I Bennett’s mate?”
“Yes.”
My heart tripped over itself, and my chest grew painfully tight with the panic I refused to give in to.
“What does that mean?For him, not for me.Aren’t there any other options?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Grandma’s gazewas filled with compassion and sorrow as she sighed and folded her hands on the tabletop.
“If there are other potential mates for Bennett, he’s never noticed them in the last thirteen years.Once he saw you on TV, that was it.”
“Saw me on TV?”I had no idea what she was talking about.
