Even in Tyler’s musings, he had heard the device.
Both men knew who was most likely calling. It was why Raymond had suggested they step out of the office for a short while – Lord Belarnt, Ashley’s father.
A man who did not like anything or anyone, interfering with his heir’s progress, stability, or path to her succession.
“You really not gonna get that?” Tyler asked flippantly, changing the subject.
“You really want me to?” Raymond tossed back, and Tyler smiled weakly, shaking his head in response.
The younger man’s hand was still on his shoulder.
“I’ve got your back, okay?” Raymond stressed, holding Tyler’s gaze.
“Sir,” Tyler started respectfully. Raymond’s mouth turned down at the corners. “Boss,” Tyler corrected himself, and the younger man’s expression relaxed.
“Would it be too
