Desiree glanced down at the plate Catarína had placed beside her, then back up at the woman standing stubbornly at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, you don’t have to watch me, Cat,” Desiree said lightly, trying to wave her off. “You can head back to Adrian’s room. I’ll have one of the maids take the plate back to the kitchen when I’m done.”

Catarína didn’t move. Instead, she folded her arms loosely and tilted her head, lips twitching with something that looked suspiciously like ...