Chapter 5

Across the table, just a little too far to the left, Alex, my bodyguard, had finally arrived, all dark hair and sharp cheekbones, his broad shoulders barely contained by the tailored black suit.

He was supposed to be professional, detached, but his gaze kept slipping…pfft.

I knew he was watching. The way his throat worked when he swallowed, the way his fingers flexed against the back of the chair, he was fighting it, but losing.

My father’s voice cut through the silent ...