A keeper?
She didn’t need a keeper.
Hernán held out a chair for her at the massive dining table, and she sat before staring down at her bandaged fingers. She might need someone to feed her if Hernán didn’t want her to spill her food everywhere.
“I really don’t think it was necessary to bandage my hands up just because I bit my nails down too far.”
“There was blood. Your fingertips looked raw and sore. The bandages stay on.”
“I look like a mummy.”
“It’s only your fingers that are bandaged. Don’t like it, then don’t hurt yourself again.”
Urgh, he was so infuriating.
She hadn’t been hurting herself. Well, okay, it hurt. But she’d been doing it because she was stressed and anxious and exhausted.
“It’s my body.”
“Not while you are under my roof. It is my body to take care of.”
“Great
