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Finally, he held out his hand. “Hold.”

Oh. She shot Eli a look and noticed he was holding back a smile. But then she put her hand into Kellan’s. An immediate sense of safety hit her. These guys just seemed to have the ability to make her feel at ease.

“All right, but you’ll sleep in late,” Kellan bossed.

“Actually, I thought I would go for a run in the morning.”

“No,” Kellan said as they entered the restaurant.

“Why not? I won’t go with you and slow you down. I can go by myself.”

“No.” This time it was Eli. “You’re not going anywhere alone at the moment, remember?”

Drat.

That was right.

“Do you want to go with me?” she asked Eli.

Eli grimaced.

“Eli hates running,” Kellan told her.

“I don’t suppose you want to go to the gym and run on the treadmill?” Eli asked.

“I guess I could do that,” she said as they entered Fet and a lovely server showed them to a table.

“Ooh, this all sounds delicious,” she said, perusing the menu. More than she could really afford, though.

Which also reminded her . . .

“How much do I owe you guys for the hospital?” she asked. She’d given up on offering to pay the original hotel bill. Although she should offer to pay her share now. Staying at the hotel wasn’t cheap.

They both turned to her with a glare. Before they could say anything, though, a big guy stormed out of the kitchen and walked toward them. He had short, dark hair with some gray at the temples and a ferocious scowl on his face.

Was he . . . was he coming toward them?

Eli sighed as he spotted him. “Incoming. Renard.”

Kellan turned to look. “What’s wrong with him?”

“You,” he boomed, stopping next to her.

She glanced around but he didn’t seem to be talking to anyone else. “Me?”

“Yes, you!”

“Did I do something?” she asked.

“You’re the girl who is allergic to peanuts, right?”

“Um, yes.” Wow the town gossip was working overtime.

“I called ahead and warned them about your peanut allergy,” Eli explained.

Ahh. Right.

“I’m going to tell you the things you can’t eat,” the older guy said loudly. “You got a good memory or you want me to write it down?”