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“No. I’m a psychologist, and I work for Atlas.”
Damian’s face fell. “So ye’re not his girlfriend?”
“No, I’m afraid not.”
Kit shook her head. “Damian, honestly, do ye remember anythin’ I tell ye?”
He frowned. “Sorry. It’s been a crazy week for me, and I can only hold so much information in my head. Now, I remember. Ye’re the woman with the stalker.”
“Yes.”
“Awk, my mistake. I just got so excited from seein’ Atlas with a woman.”
Atlas snorted. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Damian patted him on his shoulder. “Just that ye’ve never brought one home, have ye?”
“No, and when I do, remind me to tell Charles and Liv not to invite you. I don’t need you to embarrass me by making me sound like the lame guy who can’t get a girlfriend.”
“Well, can ye?” Damian laughed at his own joke.
We walked into the house, where a lovely smell of homemade food met us. A high-pitched scream sounded just before a little girl who had to be Saffron came running and threw herself into Atlas’ arms. He swung her around and then placed her on his hip.
“What happened to you?” Saffron asked and studied his black eye.
“A man hit me.”
“Why?”
“Because I wouldn’t let him hurt my friend.”
She touched his face with careful movements. “Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Do you want me to kiss it better?”
“Would you?”
Saffron leaned in and kissed his bruised eye and then his bruised lip. My heart melted at the love between them.
“Thank you, sis, I’m sure it will heal faster now.”
“There you are. How was your flight?” A beautiful woman came to greet us, and she too commented on Atlas’ looks and hugged him before turning to me.
“Welcome Jolene, Atlas has told us wonderful things about you. I’m Liv.”
“That’s nice. He’s told me great things about all of you too. I feel like I know you all a little already.”
Liv’s eyes had crinkles at the corners from her warm smile, and I instantly liked her.
“You have a beautiful house, and something smells very nice.”
Placing her hand on my shoulder, Liv, led us forward. “That would be the food. Charles and I are trying a new recipe tonight. He’s currently trying to tame the bird in the kitchen.”
We all moved into the open kitchen where Charles Robertson, one of the richest men in the world, stood wearing an apron that said, “Sexy Chef #1.”
“Hello, sir,” I waved a hand and smiled.
