Page 93 of Protecting Love

And Avery would be discreet.

“Can I ask who?”

“No. You can’t. I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’m not leaving anything up to chance.”

“How much longer is West going to have you watching over me?” she asked. “This is almost ridiculous at this point.”

“Don’t worry about that. Get your stuff and let’s go.”

She powered down her laptop, put it back in her bag, then they shut the lights and left the building together, taking the elevator down to the basement where his SUV was parked.

“Did you want to get some dinner or you’re just bringing me home?”

“We can eat.”

“What did you tell Ian?”

“What did you tell London?”

She climbed into his SUV once the doors were unlocked, then he pulled out and made the slow drive the few blocks to her apartment. It might have been faster to walk and then return, but he’d turn his SUV over to the valet for a bit.

“Wow, going to play that game?”

He lifted an eyebrow at her at a red light. “I told Ian I’d be home after dinner. He doesn’t question it.”

“I told London to go to Spencer’s rather than wait for me. I’d be fine.”

“You didn’t tell her how you were getting home?” he asked.

“No. She knows I won’t lie and put myself at risk. I’m not her. I follow the rules. She’s going to assume Marcus most likely.”

“So you still haven’t told her about us?”

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Do you want me to?”

He didn’t know what the fuck he wanted.

“You said you told her everything. Or that she could sense everything.”

“I thought she could, but last Sunday when she came home, she was tired from traveling, then changed and went to see Spencer. She wasn’t around much to get a read on things.”

“And Marcus got you that morning for work?” he asked.

“Yes. By the time she saw me again alone, I’d come down from that high.”

He laughed. “A high, huh?”

“You didn’t think it was one?”

“Oh, it was.”

“What do you want for dinner? I can throw something together quickly unless you want to walk somewhere?”

“Don’t go out of your way.”