Outside Savory House that evening, Sloane waved her hand right in front of my face. "Wilson, what's got you spacing out?"
My typically stern expression eased as I gently ran my fingers through her hair.
"Mr. Shaw, are you really going to eat here?" Collin's frown deepened as he surveyed the scene—crowds sharing the same serving utensils, grabbing food that looked unsanitary.
He wouldn't dare compromise my safety. The entire Shaw family's future rested on my shoulders, after all.
Plus, Collin understood that dining out posed too many risks, especially given my delicate digestive system.
I shot Collin a cutting look and spoke with icy precision. "Collin, you're overstepping."
"I'm sorry!" Collin reflexively started to bow.
Sloane laughed. "Collin, we're in public."
All at once, Sloane gestured excitedly. "She's here." The rest of us followed her gaze.
