“Because fate knew that you needed to find me, otherwise you never would have been happy.”
“Your ego is out of control sometimes,” I grumped. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t run into one of your past conquests, yet I’m expected to be some virginal waif.”
“I said spinster.”
“Don’t push it.” I extended a warning finger, which he grabbed and squeezed.
When he sobered, I knew he was going to push the Wesley situation further. “I’ve been thinking. There are more people on the ranch to take care of him.” He sounded reasonable but the words chafed. “We’ll be busy trying to figure out what happened to him.”
“I’ll multitask.”
“Hadley.” Galen dragged a hand through his hair.
“We’ll let him decide,” I said.
He gave in far too quickly. “Fine.”
“You’re just saying that because you think you’re going to win.”
“I know I am.” Galen’s gaze was clear when it locked with mine. “He loves you. Actually, he adores you, but he’ll still want his own bed.”
“We’ll see.” I hopped out of the truck.
“Don’t be disappointed when he shoots you down.”
“He won’t. Have a little faith.”
WESLEY SHOT ME DOWN ALMOST IMMEDIATELY.
“I’m not staying at the lighthouse.” His brow furrowed as he took in my plan from his bed, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Why would you think that?”
I forced myself to remain calm. “Because I’m your granddaughter.”
“You can still be my granddaughter when I go home.”
“But you need somebody to take care of you.”
“You think you’re going to take care of me?” Wesley’s eyes darted to Galen, looking for clues.
“I told her.” Galen held up his hands in supplication.
“We’ll make it nice and comfortable for you,” I insisted. “You won’t want for anything, including love.” I pressed my hand to the spot above my heart.
“You’re acting weird,” Wesley complained.
“I’m sincere.”
“You don’t even have a guest room,” Wesley protested. “I’m not sleeping in your sex bed.”
I refused to make eye contact with Galen.
“We’ll wash the sheets,” I offered.
Wesley didn’t look convinced. “Where are the two of you going to sleep?”
“We’ll sleep on the floor next to the bed in case you need something.”
“Not happening.” Wesley shook his head so hard I was afraid it was going to roll off his shoulders. “You cannot be serious.”
