“Yes. It was only a short-term thing.”
“Warwick never told me that when I asked him if I could have my job back.”
Dorrie rolled her eyes as if to say “why does that surprise you?”
“Right, well I am definitely wanting it,” she said. “Even if your brother has no wish for me to work there.”
“We are the majority of Sinclair Investigation Services, so therefore he has no say,” Somer said.
Samantha found she quite liked that. She shot Warwick a glare, which had a brow rising, but she ignored it and turned away.
“It is agreed then. Tomorrow we take tea with Ellen and the other thing,” Dorrie said. Her eyes then shot left and right. “But we must be extremely careful to ensure you are between us at all times. Plus, walk where there are people, no narrow lanes.”
“We can alert no one we are going there,” Samantha whispered.
“They will not allow it.” Dorrie looked left and right again, but all were focused on Dev and James who were still outlining the rules.
“Warwick could come with us,” Somer said.
“No. He’s the worst of the lot and would never allow it,” Samantha said.
Samantha looked to Warwick again. He was still watching her. Her eyes went to Max. He was too. Rory also. Nicholas glanced away as she met his eyes.
“Oh for pity’s sake. Even here, surrounded by family, they are watching me.”
“They have a roster set up and will take turns checking on you. The women too,” Somer said.
Samantha gnashed her teeth.
“The funny thing about this entire conversation is that you’re surprised. I mean, this has always been our life,” Dorrie whispered. “They love us so much they smother us in a blanket of protection. It’s like wearing a cloak on your head with a small hole in the top to breathe.”
“Exactly,” Somer agreed. “However, that does stop when you marry. The protection duties are handed over to your husband, but I have no doubt my brothers and the others are still keeping an eye on us.”
“Do you think they received a lecture before we actually moved in with them?” Dorrie asked, looking to where her husband, Ash, stood.
“I think there is every chance I will be violently ill if you all don’t stop making those silly eyes at each other,” Samantha whispered to her friends.
They both giggled and went to their men.
She’d thought about when she married. If she married. And always believed that it would be to the man she loved. He would likely have Sinclair blood, that much she knew.
Not Warwick.
“Stop frowning. You’ll get a permanent line down your forehead,” the man of her thoughts said, moving to her side.
“If I wish to frown, then I will.” Samantha bent to pick up Jaccob, who had stumbled her way with his little unsteady steps. He was the replica of his father Harry, with dark hair and bright green eyes.Did he see like his father did?
“Hello, sweet boy. Are you excited to go to the circus?”
“Circus,” he parroted.
“Good boy, Jaccob,” Merry said, sounding far older than she was.
“And now we shall go in,” Dev said in a voice that carried to every member of their family, and considering how many of them were in attendance, that was quite a feat.
“How is it we have managed to all be here today?” Samantha said, looking at the people she loved all standing around her. “Someone usually has something on.”
“They’re here for you. They missed you, and this is their way of showing that and supporting you,” Warwick said.
