He knows.
“Hope you read your contract thoroughly,” Zen mutters to me.
“C’mon, Margs,” Rhys says. “These people have kids to wrangle.”
“We don’t,” Decker says.
“Game night,” Jack says.
“At the cabin,” Lucky agrees.
“Margie has to work in the morning,” Rhys reminds them.
“What is she, fifty?” Jack says.
“Can’t stay up past eight anymore?” Lucky adds.
I rise out of my chair and reach for my plate, but Laney grabs it before I can. “I’ve got this. It was so nice to meet you. I hope the triplets are everything you ever wanted in half brothers. We kinda like them around here.”
“I can see why. Most of the time.”
Everyone around me cracks up.
Rhys loops an arm around my shoulders and steers me around toward the walkway nestled in the stone gardens that’ll take us to the front of the house and his truck.
“We’re coming for game night,” Lucky calls.
I say goodbye to Bandit and tell the triplets I’ll see them soon.
And as soon as I’m in Rhys’s truck, I slouch so deep in the seat that I almost can’t see over the dash.
Or maybe that’s my eyes closing that keeps me from seeing.
The truck shifts as Rhys climbs in too.
The console between us pops open, and then I hear a bottle rattling.
I peek one eye open.
Rhys holds out two over-the-counter painkillers. “Headache?”
“You’re really good.”
He winces. “If you want me calling youMargsfor the next week.”
I swallow both pills with the water bottle he also offers me. “The nickname was a good cover.”
“I don’t usually slip.”
“I can hardly remember my own name right now.” I glance at him again. “What’s the big event next week?”
He winces again, but then he starts to grin as he puts his truck in gear. “It’s technically top secret. Need to know and all that. Not sure a housekeeper needs to know.”
“Do you have any idea how badly I’m about to kick your ass in any game we decide to play at the cabin? Headache or not?”
He settles his hand on my thigh as he steers us down the driveway. “I like your ruthless side.”
“Do you?”
