Dear God, I’m pathetic, Katricia thought with a shake of the head. “Are you sure I can’t just tell him? He might be all right with it if he knew.”
“He might,” Marguerite agreed uncertainly. “I just think it’s better to err on the side of caution. This life-mate business is such a delicate thing. I’m just suggesting you maybe wait a day or two. Right now you’re a stranger to him, dear.”
“Yeah,” she agreed on a sigh, her gaze moving to Teddy out by the truck.
“I’ll suggest Bastien have the blood courier bring food too,” Marguerite said suddenly. “And more blankets and— It might take a while to get everything together, Katricia. Are you okay for blood if it doesn’t show until tomorrow morning or later?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Katricia said on a sigh. “I can go two or three days without if I have to. Twenty-four hours is nothing.”
“All right then, leave it to me. I’ll take care of everything.”