“Do you mind if I hang around, Portia?” Gregor asked.
“Would you prefer I cancel?” Even though Harriman seemed innocuous enough, I trusted Gregor’s instincts.
He tugged on his lower lip. “No, you don’t need to…I’m just being …I don’t like the idea of you alone in the house with someone we don’t really know.”
“Certainly, stay. Why don’t you prepare some refreshments? And try not to look like you’re more than my chef c*m butler.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned broadly. “We’ll keep that as a little surprise. If it’s necessary.”
“Are we being paranoid, Gregor?”
“I’d rather be overly cautious than have to explain to Quinn why something happened to you on my watch.”
I rested my hand on his shoulder, startled when he blushed. But then the doorbell chimed, and I glanced at the clock. It was three
