“You’re injured. You sit,” Athena ordered. “Dinner’s nearly ready.”
“But the doctor said it was just a mild concussion,” Laurel protested.
“And a sprained shoulder,” Logan added. “Sit.”
She started to push up from the sofa. “Then I’ll help Sebastian with the evening feeding.”
“Nope.” The man himself leaned over to brush a kiss to her temple. “You are officially off-duty. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
Laurel had the sense that the last bit was as much a warning to her father as a promise to her. True to his word, he’d stayed by her side almost all day, acting as her shield. She didn’t know what he’d said to her dad, but so far Lawrence had behaved himself. Still, her stomach tightened as everybody disbursed to their pre-dinner tasks, leaving her alone with him. She braced for a cross-
