Table for Three

Brooke set the jar on the coffee table with a soft clink. "Gideon, Gemma mentioned you've been having problems sleeping, so I added a handful of dried lavender to the oatmeal. Let me grab you a bowl; it's still warm, should take the edge off."

Gideon didn't move from behind his desk. His voice was icy, his expression unreadable. "Leave the medicine. Take the oatmeal and go."

Brooke's fingers tig