Chapter 75

She sniffled, voice low and stuffy. "I can't just leave her alone, can I?" She was clearly trying to act all soft and cute. That tugged at something in Fraser, and his tone instantly mellowed. "You don't have to worry about her. Someone will take good care of her." Right on cue, Dexter raised his hand eagerly. "No stress, I got her!" He'd caught sight earlier of someone who looked like Bellamy rushing into the restroom, didn't think much of it until Fraser showed up looking like he'd crossed a hurricane to get there-then he sort of knew that woman had to be Bellamy. When he followed, sure enough, it was her. He was planning to check on her, maybe say something sweet, but Bellamy was already wrapped tightly in Fraser's arms. Between them? No room for a third wheel. Usually sharp as a whip, Bellamy was now curled up quietly in Fraser's chest, relying on him completely-it was obvious. Dexter saw everything, but for once, couldn't get a single word out of his usually clever mouth. Why'd he