“Yes, I’d already figured on that, even before this man reared his intrusive head,” Timothy said. “They’re seated right behind us.”
As if that was some kind of signal, I immediately glanced behind us, but there was no one there. I felt silly, realizing that Timothy must mean on the plane, but wouldn’t anyone have turned to look?
“If he follows you, we’ll know who it is he suspects. If he stays here, it’s me he’s investigating,” Andrew said, his attention suddenly on me, as if to determine why I’d gotten so fidgety.
“I thought we were safe here,” I said, worrying that the media had traced me here and that I might be the cause of Timothy and Andrew’s fresh trouble.
“We have protectors, Penelope. Stop distressing. I won’t risk something happening to you. Not after that incident at the club.”
The nightclub? I’d already forgotten about that. “That was just a drug addict wanting money. We shouldn’t have been walking that way, I guess. Although we handled ourselves well.”
“Yes. Andrew, that reminds me. Set up a karate instructor for Penelope a week from today. She has some skills, but I want her black belted.”
“Whoa, that’s . . .”
A kiss sealed my lips. I breathed in deeply when that ended, once again fighting speedy heart-thumps, but this time, not from fear.
My first thought was to object to Timothy’s dictatorship over the lesson, then my mind rebelled at the fact that he’d thought I’d still be here in a week. Two lovely arguments, but instead I demanded, “Who is Lillea?” I hadn’t meant to blurt that out, discretion should be something that came with age, but this time it was actually Timothy’s fault for robbing me of my inhibitions with his latest kiss.
“That’s Andrew’s latest girlfriend,” Timothy said with a big grin.
“Is she Fae?” I probed, eyeing Andrew like that would provide clues.
“Not my secret,” Andrew supplied with a curious half-smile that was sexy as heck — if I’d been interested, that is.