Royal closed the door behind his mother who wiggled her eyebrows at him. The woman was crazy. He turned back to Famke. “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Mom can be a bit much,” he admitted as he studied her carefully, worried he’d gotten there too late. “Did she say or do anything to upset you?”
“No.” She looked at him with confusion and then with understanding, “is that why you came up here? To make sure your mom wasn’t cornering me?”
“She didn’t tell me she was coming up here. She snuck off while I was on a call with my assistant in my office. She left Dad and Jubi to get Precious dried off and into warm clothes and snuck up the stairs.” He approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “I was glad to see she was speaking softly and not yelling at you.
