Hmm.
That was a good question. One she didn’t have a ready answer to. She guessed she’d have to take it slowly.
“Well, I’m not agreeing to that. And there aren’t going to be any consequences.”
Good job on being more agreeable and doing what they want.
Urgh, she was such an idiot most of the time.
Most or all?
She knew she wasn’t the smartest cookie. But what she lacked in book smarts she’d really thought she made up for in street smarts.
However, she was beginning to have her doubts about that too.
“I don’t believe I asked for your agreement,” Jared said as North left. “So you have a whale called Wallina? At least the name will be easy to remember.”
“I named her in memory of Wally,” she said. “I didn’t realize that he’d survived.”
“I’ve been looking after him for you,” he said quietly. “No one was going to harm him on my watch.”
Okay, that shouldn’t make her soften toward him.
He might not have been the one to kidnap her, but he was still keeping her here.
So yeah, she shouldn’t be nicer to him just because he said some kind words.
But this might be an opportunity for her to pretend to give in.
“Thank you,” she told him quietly.
She tried to tell herself that her gratitude was a pretense.
Unfortunately, it seemed that she was lying to herself now.
“You’re welcome,” he replied huskily as he stared down at her with those intense dark-brown eyes.
God, he was gorgeous. He had classically good looks; he could almost be too pretty if it wasn’t for his beard that had a healthy sprinkling of gray and the tattoos that peeked out just above his collar.
“What would you like to wear after your shower? North brought everything over from the other room.”
Everything? All of the Little stuff too?
Jared walked over to the closet, opening it.
They knew she was a Little.
“Um, I don’t know. Just clothes.”
He drew out a pair of pajamas. They were pale blue with a thin yellow stripe. “You won’t be getting out of bed, today. So these will do.”
“Is North really your assistant?” she asked.
“He assists me,” Jared told her.
“Is this . . . is this your house?”
“Yes, it is. I didn’t want to live in Fergus’s house.”
