As they left the brownstone together, Honey climbed into the passenger seat of Grayson's sleek black car wearing her Joy Smith wig… her glasses were in her bag. She couldn't help noticing a dark SUV pull out behind them, Amanda and Jason shadowing their every move. The sight both irritated and comforted her. It reminded her of living with her father. There had been so much freedom being Joy Smith. That was about to change. Things would never be the same.
Grayson glanced in the rearview mirror, noting the security detail. "I need to call your father to let him know about Riley's release."
"I figured," Honey sighed, settling back in the leather seat. "Is this what my life will be like now? Always looking over my shoulder?"
"Just until we neutralize the threat." Grayson's hands gripped the
