Chapter Eight
“WHERE DID YOU go yesterday?”
Larissa cringed at his voice, almost as if she could feel his cold breath on her neck behind her. “What do you mean?” she asked as she slowly turned to face her husband, hoping to ward off whatever tirade he was about to spew at her. “I had running to do. It is getting closer to Christmas, you know. Some things have to be done quietly.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Watch your tone,” he warned, his voice low, deep. Dangerous. “Hunsaker tried to follow you and lost you. Why did you shake your security detail?”
It took everything she had not to spit her answer at him. “I didn’t realize I needed a security detail,” she told him with a slight shrug. “I simply went about my business, browsing the stores trying to fulfill your children’s wish lists
