Fuck, he really did worry her. “Soon. Would you feel more comfortable moving back into the house?”
“I’m not really out of the house now. Besides, I’ve got Moose, five guns, an alarm system, and a brother who will hunt down and kill anyone who dares mess with me.” Charlotte pursed her lips. “If I let them live that long.” She rose, rinsed her dishes, and put them in the dishwasher.
“Until we catch the asshole responsible, I’d feel better if you slept in the house.”
His sister fixed him with a glare hot enough to melt lead. “Didn’t you hear me? We have a security system, we’re armed to the teeth, and nobody, and I mean nobody, is going to make me afraid in my own home, got it?”
Yes, he understood, but he’d still feel safer with her close by. Better to pick his battles, and keep his mouth shut for now.
At least she’d kinda sorta forgiven him. Better not to push. He’d simply keep his eye on her.
And panic in private.
