“Thelonius has taken a liking to you.” I wish he hadn’t, Tem thought violently. Out loud, she said: “It appears that way.” “Are his feelings reciprocated?” She fought the urge to make a face. “That’s really none of your business,” she muttered. Maximus leaned in. He had the same gold incisors as Leo. “Who my son loves is invariably my business.” “Loves?” “He can’t take his eyes off of you.” “Maybe he needs his eyes checked,” Tem said tartly. “Do not make light of this. Even now, he watches.”
