CHAPTER 26
I WORKED MY jaw from side to side as I walked into the kitchen the next morning. Oliver was bigger than most, and I was out of practice, so a touch of stiffness had set in overnight.
Oliver looked up from the paper he was reading at the breakfast bar. “Sore?”
“A little.” A blush rose up my cheeks. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
“I mean, why aren’t you at work?”
He patted the stool next to him, and I shuffle-hopped over and took a seat. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Bridget watching from her position by the stove as Oliver kissed me softly on the lips. I waited for the scowl, but all I got was a twitch of her mouth.
“We need to go over those questions this morning.” He squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry. If I could avoid the interrogation, I would, but I can’t. I th
