“You don’t have to tell me everything, although I prefer it that way. But you do have to be truthful in the things that you do tell me. If there is something you can’t tell me, then say that.”
“I don’t . . . I can’t tell you,” she said.
“Good girl for being honest.”
Really? He was going to praise her for that?
“Now. Dinner is almost ready and you need to eat so you have the strength to do the dishes after.”
Dear Lord.
She was going to be so thankful when that consequence was over.
29
“Maya, there you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” David said impatiently as he walked into the breakroom.
Really? Everywhere?
Where had he looked? Her studio? The changing room? The women’s bathroom? This place wasn’t actually so big that she could hide from him.
Believe her, she’d tried.
“I’ve decided to add additional classes to the schedule.”
She sighed as she put her fork down. Matthieu glanced over at her from where he sat across the small table. They’d brought in leftovers for lunch and she’d really like to eat. Matthieu was an amazing cook.
“What are you eating?” David asked, peering at her food as though he thought it might rise up and eat him.
“Lasagna. Matthieu made it.”
Things were a lot better between them after their chat a few nights ago. She was no longer worried about the near-kiss. It was obvious he hadn’t even noticed that she’d nearly kissed him.
Thank God.
But that could never happen again.
David turned his nose up as though he couldn’t understand anyone eating lasagna. “Well, it smells.”
Lord, he was a dick. “If it makes you that uncomfortable, we’ll go eat outside.”
“That would be appreciated,” David said with a sniff.
“Not happening,” Matthieu rumbled.
Surprise filled her as she turned to him. Normally he was pretty quiet and unobtrusive while she was working.
“It’s safer in here,” he added.
David huffed. “Safer? Nothing has happened! Not a single threat.”
“Yeah, how would you know that?” Matthieu asked.
“Because I asked Maya to keep me updated.”
That was true. She shrugged and nodded at Matthieu. “Even my father hasn’t had any more threats.”
Kind of weird, really.
