Graham laughed. "You mean grumpy and introverted?" He shook his head. "Nope. I'm fine with it just like this. I barely spend time here anyway except when I have Andrew."
I was curious to see what his son's room looked like. I was hoping it wasn't nearly as put together as the rest of the place was.
"So is this where I'm sleeping?" I asked. Graham had dropped my stuff in here like this was where he planned for me to stay, and I was pretty sure there were only two bedrooms.
"Yup." One word was all he gave me, so in response I raised my eyebrow and asked, "Am I sleeping alone?"
It wouldn't make sense for me to since he came into bed with me every night anyway, even if the reason for it wasn't the one I wanted.
"Nope."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you suddenly only capable of answering in one-word sentences?"
It was obvious he found me amusing because he had the nerve to laugh. "I do when I'm asked silly questions."
The nerve.
"You won't find them so silly when you're sleeping on the couch tonight," I grumbled under my breath but of course Graham heard me. He crossed the five feet separating us like a man stalking his prey. My body immediately heated when he wrapped one arm around my lower back and hauled me so our bodies were flush against each other.
"I thought I made it perfectly clear this morning that we would be sleeping together from here on out."
"Ummmm, no." My voice wobbled a bit. "I mentioned you coming to my bed for better reasons and you said we could make that happen. Nothing about that was definitive."
I didn't have the first clue why I was arguing with him other than maybe I wanted to make sure I wasn't misinterpreting things. I preferred to know where I stood and this whole experience was well out of my wheelhouse.
"Okay, so I'll make myself clear now. Youwillbe in my bed from now on."
His possessive tone shouldn't have turned me on and yet it was doing crazy things to my body. I leaned in further and closed the minuscule gap. Letting my eyes close, I prepared for a kiss that never came.
"Hey, Dad, have you seen . . ." The sound of Andrew's voice made me jump out of Graham's arms so fast that I nearly tripped. Thankfully Graham was there to catch me. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
I was too embarrassed to do anything more than bury my head in Graham's chest. There was no way I could look at either of them at the moment.
"You're fine, son. What were you looking for?"
"My spare baseball bag. A few of my friends are going down to the field to practice some hitting. I thought I could go with them."
"I'm sorry, Andrew, but I need you to stay in the house."
I looked up at Graham's response and could see the confusion on Andrew's face.
"Ooookay, but why?"
I guess it was safe to say that Graham hadn't told Andrew that his life was in danger. I figured this was a good time to slip away. This was a conversation between father and son.
"I'm going to go check out the rest of the house." I tried to pull away but Graham wasn't having it.
"No, stay," he said to me and then turned back to his son. "You need to stay with me because your life could be in danger."
A pin could drop and sound like a bomb going off against the hardwood floor. That was how quiet things got.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Andrew
I blinked and then I blinked again. Heck, I might have even blinked a third time as the words that came out of my father's mouth sunk in.
"Why would I be in danger?"
