Becket tightened his hold on her.
Frustration flickered in Tony’s eyes. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay.”
He hadn’t even finished turning when Becket slammed the door closed.
Sky gasped and frowned up at him. “Becket!”
“Come on, the asshole knew it was coming.”
She rolled her eyes, and that simple action made some of the weight lift from his chest. Not all of it—someone had still broken into her house—but the eye roll was a small flash of her old self.
“How did he know about the break-in?” Becket asked.
“How do you think?”
“Your father.”
“Yep. I should go to bed.” Her gaze went to the stairs behind him. She nibbled her bottom lip. “Will you go up there with me?”
He held her close for an extra moment. “Come on.”
They walked up the stairs together, but the second Sky stepped into the bedroom, she stopped.
Shit. He should have picked stuff up after fixing the fence and back door. They’d already been up here to check what was stolen, but she’d been in a haze then.
Someone had violated her personal space. This room would probably feel uncomfortable for a while.
He touched a hand to the small of her back. “I’ll help you clean up.”
She nodded, but her face was damn pale.
He grabbed a handful of T-shirts that had been pulled from her dresser, before looking at her. “So, we never finished the conversation about dinner at my mom’s.”
A small smile twitched at her lips as she bent to pick up some socks. “That’s because you sprung it on me when I was in the middle of mentally murdering you.”
“Really? What method did you go with?”
“Poison. I thought you’d beat me on strength, and I’d never be able to sneak up on you and stab you or anything, but watching you die slowly seemed kind of appealing.”
He threw his head back and laughed. The woman definitely hadn’t lost her sense of humor. “Smart.”
“You said the dinner was Sunday?”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
“It is for me, but do you feel bad about lying to your mom?”
“No.” Nervous? Yeah. Because she’d probably see right through it.
“Okay. Um, dinner sounds great. Unless you think I’ll be grilled for information.”
“Nah, that’s not her style. She’ll kill you with kindness and sneak the questions in so that you don’t know you’re being investigated.”
“I’ll have to be on my A game then so I don’t let the truth slip.” Sky grinned at him before cringing. “I’m sorry about the comment about your ego and IQ.”
“Don’t be. It made me laugh.” A genuine, full belly laugh.
A few seconds of silence passed, but he didn’t miss the side glances Sky shot his way.
