Paige is a grown woman, and I respect her, want her to be prepared.
“I need to talk to you.”
Paige raises an eyebrow, frowning. “Is something wrong?”
“Not yet. But Murphy’s planning an attack, and the information is that he’s targeting the Burke girls.”
Paige’s eyes widen. “Lara too?”
I nod. “That’s the word on the street.”
“What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to stay right here until Declan and Patrick handle this.” I don’t want her to get any ideas about going off on her own.
She hums. “I don’t like just being a sitting duck.”
“You’re not a sitting duck. I’m protecting you. And I’m going to protect you until this thing is all over.”
“Fucker.”
I frown.
“Not you.” She waves her hand. “Murphy.”
I laugh. “You can say that again.”
“So, what now? I’m confined to my house?”
“Pretty much.” I feel slightly guilty. I know it’s hard to be cooped up all the time. Hell, I’m losing my mind, and it’s only been a few weeks.
I look over at her, at her wide green eyes, and I want to lean over and take her hand, comfort her. I can tell she’s thinking about her attack.
“It’s going to be okay.”
Paige looks up at me with a plastered on, practiced smile. “I know.”
“It really is, Paige. I’m going to watch out for you. No one will touch you as long as I’m around.”
She nods, her eyes unwavering on mine. “I trust you, Kael.”
Those words make my heart flip around in my chest.
Uh oh.
Am I starting to feel things for her that aren’t just physical?
Nah. It’s just because we’ve been so close for so long. I can’t help being attracted to her, but I have to keep my distance.
Paige stands to take the plates to the kitchen.
“I’ll wash the dishes.”
She snorts. “I can do my own dishes.”
I hold up my hands. “Well, don’t let me stop you, princess.”
She glares at me, but there’s no heat in it. She places the dishes in the sink, and I watch her as she’s washing them.