I frowned, unhappy but decided now wasn’t the best time to press the issue. There was too much happening. Turning back to Joan, I forced a warm smile as she handed me my breakfast tray.
“Thank you, Joan. This already looks very delicious.” I placed the tray down beside me on the sofa, caught her hand, and squeezed it.
She returned the squeeze immediately, but before I could say anything else, she pulled her hand away nervously, glancing at Dominic. Oh, right. The ridiculous rule.
“I forgot about the no-touching,” I interjected quickly, hoping to head off any scolding from him. “It’s just natural to us. Silver needs it. Please don’t be cross.”
Dominic grunted, and Joan hurried away, a look of relief washing over her. “I don’t like it. No one should touch you but me,” he muttered, hi
