A noise escaped my lips, somewhere less loud than a growl, but nonetheless, an audible sign of my displeasure. This man who had been hired to protect me didn’t. He’d betrayed me.

As Patrick continued to look my way, my head shook in disagreement. “No, I’m not sure where I want to go, but I’m most certain it isn’t with you.”

“Ma’am, as I said, you’re my job.”

My fist came to my hip. “Who assigned you that job? Not the company Winnie ...