"I'll come pick you up from your school tomorrow." I said it easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Taking care of him didn't feel like a burden—it felt instinctive, like something already written into my bones.
Jared looked at me with a curious tilt of his head, his gaze far too perceptive for someone so young. "Mr. Presgrave, will there be many males at the banquet? I'm worried Grandpa might introduce other men to Mommy. I want you to be there too… so Grandpa can meet you."
A low, possessive tension stirred beneath my calm expression. My eyes narrowed slightly as his words settled in. So Francis intended to bring other suitors before her. The thought didn't sit well with me.
I wasn't about to let that happen.
"Jared," I said quietly, my voice dropping as if sealing a pact, "if I go to your Grandpa's banquet tomorrow night, would you stay with Nigel? But this has to stay between us. No one else can know."
I couldn't risk Anastasia finding out. Not yet.
