Heather didn't share what she'd been doing all day or what had happened to her. She wasn't obligated to report everything to me because I wasn't the husband who had been there for her.
However, I was aware of her movements through people stalking her or the surveillance cameras of her shop that my friend hacked for me. I didn't want to fail to protect her anymore. What Cullen did was enough to jolt me out of my slumber.
"Your boss calls you the second-best person he has. What happened this afternoon? Was that what you call the job of a personal bodyguard?" I rebuked.
She bowed her head, not answering my question. The woman's monthly services were costly, and her expertise only extended to that. Did my friend not choose the wrong person?
"I asked you a question," I stated.
"I'm sorry,
