"Catherine…" Maximilian called.
"Mmm?" She didn't look back. She was too busy examining the ingredients on the kitchen counter.
"You're acting rather familiar with Fitzgerald."
Catherine paused. She couldn't possibly have heard that correctly. Was Maximilian actually doubting her relationship with Fitzgerald? No. That couldn't be it.
Could it be—
"Are you jealous, Maximilian?" She turned toward him with an incredulous smile.
Maximilian simply stared at her. Then he smiled. "No."
Catherine looked at him closely, and her smile faltered. "You really are not jealous."
Catherine wiped her hands and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Maximilian rested his hands on her shoulders.
"He's a grown man, Catherine. You may see him as the toddler you lost, and I understand why. But other people don't have that context."
Catherine bit her lip.
