Abi’s hazel eyes went wide, and I had to duck my head to hide my grin.
“Oh, I don’t have a problem with being safe,” Abi said, laughing now, the smirk firmly back in place. “But I sure don’t like being useless while everyone else is running around, doing important work.”
As if on cue, Piers waltzed into the door frame. Gilbert released his grip on Abi’s shoulder just as Piers slapped a hand over his brother’s back. “Ah, I heard someone say ‘useless,’” he hummed in a sing-song voice. “I figured it must be Abigail complaining again. Would you like to trade, Abigail? I’d be more than happy to lounge on a luxurious private island while you go off hunting for clues in the remote parts of Romania and Gilbert pouts to you.”
Abi’s brows shot up. “Gilbert pouts?” she repeated, a bit incredulous.
