“That’s kind of you guys to offer, but I don’t want to intrude on your dinner as a family,” I said, my eyes still on Gareth.
Isabella spun around and faced her dad, her hands on her hips. “Dad, tell her she won’t be intruding.”
Gareth cleared his throat. “You won’t be. I will tell Butler Jones to make sure there is an extra place set for you.”
His tone was terse. Was he only agreeing to this because his daughters wanted him to?
And the bigger question was, why did I care so much?
“Dinner is in an hour,” Gareth added, his voice still clipped. But his eyes were traveling slowly down my body, making me shiver under his heated gaze.
“I won’t be late,” I promised.
Gareth nodded once and turned. He strode down the long hallway, and I watched him for much longer than I should.
I had to get a grip. I still had a job to do.
I turned to Michelle. “We have an hour. Don’t you have a test in math coming up that you need to study for?”
