She watched from afar, choosing not to follow.
Kingsly Scott had already noticed her, though he was chatting with the little one. "Jackson, what did you do at home this morning?"
"I took a walk in the garden with Mommy," the little one replied, wrapping his tiny arms around Kingsly's neck as a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Did Mommy rise very early?"
"Yes—right after Daddy left for work."
Damn it. Didn't she know her frail condition still demanded caution? Kingsly's tone brimmed with displeasure.
"Daddy, why are you back so early today?"
"The office is quiet."
"Oh." The little one cooed coyly. "Then can you take Mommy out this afternoon? Mommy says it's so boring here."
Raising an eyebrow, Kingsly asked, "That's what Mommy said?"
