So if they convinced her to move to Houston, they’d still need to buy a new place.
But what would happen when they worked really long hours or had to go away?
Who would look after her?
“I just told her that I could spank her for not obeying me and putting herself at risk. She seemed to take offense to that.”
“Gosh, I’ve no idea why,” Eli said dryly.
“She doesn’t think she’s a sub. But I think she might enjoy some parts of it. Even if she doesn’t, the rules of Haven are clear when it comes to guardians taking care of their charges. They must be protected at all times. Kept safe and healthy. And if they break the rules, they’re punished.”
Eli knew the rules.
But he couldn’t believe that Kellan was the one repeating them to him. As though he actually believed in them.
As though he wanted to live by them.
Eli thought Kellan wanted as little to do with this place and its rules as possible.
“So you’re onboard with being her guardian?” Eli clarified.
“No one else is going to do it. Including Jake,” Kellan snarled. “It’s our job. Only we can take care of her. Because she’s ours.”
Thank fuck.
He poured the coffee into three mugs. “Baby, how do you take your coffee?” he called out loudly.
Shit.
What if they didn’t have the stuff she needed? Well, they had to do some shopping once they figured out a list of supplies.
“Just creamer, please,” she said tiredly.
She was sitting up in bed with Horse next to her, his head on her lap as she scratched his head.
He let out a small woof as Eli set her coffee down and sat, facing her. But it was more greeting than warning. Kellan stood at the end of the bed, staring down at her.
“You look exhausted,” Kellan told her.
“Not exactly surprising,” Eli said, brushing her hair off her face with his hand.
“She needs to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep. Not until I speak to Jake anyway. And even then . . .” she trailed off.
“You’ll sleep,” Eli told her. “We can run you a nice bath and put on some soothing music.”
“You guys are being so nice.”
“No,” Kellan replied. “We’re taking care of you.”
“And that’s not being nice?” she asked, glancing up at him.
“Being nice implies that we’re nice. We’re not. Well, I’m not. Eli can be. Sometimes. Usually he’s almost as grumpy as I am, it’s only because of you that he’s become much friendlier and more relaxed.”
“Now you choose to find your words?” Eli said with exasperation. “Really? I’m normally as grumpy as you?”
“I said almost.” Kellan gave him an incredulous look.
