Giving In To The Good Fight
DANI
“You followed me?”
“I missed your call.” Bishop’s expression is unmoving.
“You followed me.”
He sighs, unlocking the many locks fixed on the door to the loft. “You could call it that.”
“What the hell else would you call it?”
“Keeping an eye on you.”
I drop my purse onto the kitchen counter, turning on my heel to look at Bishop’s face, his hard jaw—both barely visible under the low light that illuminates the dusky doorway.
“How chivalrous of you.”
I step past Bishop, making my way inside. Once I enter the foyer, my eyes start wandering. I don’t even realize I’m looking for things to use as weapons until my eyes land on the kitchen knives. I glance back at Bishop’s face.
“There’s nothing chivalrous about it, Dani. You’re my wife. I’m your husband.
