When Ari entered the townhouse, Grayson was waiting for her, standing in the middle of the room. As soon as he saw her, he closed the gap between them and pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?” He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
She nodded. “I’m fine... thanks to Arnold.” Then she explained what had happened.
“I’m so sorry, Ari.” Grayson took her hand and raised it to his lips. “I’ll hold a press conference today and tell the paparazzi to stay away from you or there will be consequences.”
Ari hated for him to hold a press conference just for that, but she appreciated it. “Thank you.”
Grayson nodded. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Behind them, Arnold cleared his throat. “Where would you like these, Your Royal Highness?” He was holding a laptop box and Ralph was holding the printer.
Ari turned to Grayson. “Would you mind if I keep my laptop and printer in the spare room?”
Grayson shook his head, smiling. “No, but you can use the office, if you like.”