Maeve smiled. “Best of luck, Mr. Peur.” “Come and watch.” Maeve shook her head. “That sounds terribly boring,” Mal reached out and ran his fingers across his ring that draped across her chest. His fingers hooked around the chain and tugged her close to where he leaned in the doorway. His mouth hung open. “I didn’t ask,” he said with a raised brow. Maeve attended without complaint.
