Chapter 8

Chelsea went out of the bedroom where Christie was napping with Peter as Dave and their menacing enormous host parted ways. She waited until the massive black-haired male had walked away before approaching.

Dave gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Is everything okay with your friend?" she inquired.

He grumbled, raking his hand through his blond hair. "I wouldn't call Sebastian a buddy just yet, but we're fine."

Chelsea shuddered as she registered the name. It was an appropriate title for the brusque, intimidating man. "If Sebastian's glower is any indication, he doesn't appear to be delighted to be burdened with guests."

"Are you serious? That's his normal, happy face," Dave said, exposing the twin dimples that had always charmed her. "How are Christie and Peter getting along?"

"Exhausted. They've already fallen asleep."

"You should be," he continued, his voice softening to a compassionate worry. His hand was tenderly placed on her shoulder. "Come on. Let's get y