Marcelo’s jaw dropped, but nothing more than a squeak came out of his mouth. Apparently, he could take out well-trained and armed assassins while he himself was armed only with a concealed tent stake, but he was once again no match for a woman tossing out unexpected and…well…quite personal inquiries.
“Awfully shocking?” Efren choked and narrowed his eyes. “Awful? Has Merewina already been up here feeding you exaggerated tales?”
“Aha!” Bridget pointed a finger reminiscent of Merewina’s earlier gesture at Efren. “She didn’t have to. I know you so it was easy enough to surmise what would have happened when you awoke.”
“Now, now.” Nanny patted Marcelo’s shoulder as if he needed consoling, and perhaps his strained expression as he tried to maintain some sense of decorum by not laughing could
