“I already prepared Dragon Bay for you.”
The penthouse.
Private staff.
Security.
Doctors.
Everything arranged perfectly.
Because Harrison solved problems by organizing them.
Controlling them.
Containing them.
And lately…
I was beginning to feel less like someone he cared about and more like another responsibility he needed to manage.
“I’ll have the driver take you there.”
I looked up quickly.
“You’re not coming?”
“I have things to handle.”
Again.
That answer again.
Something cold flashed briefly inside me before disappearing.
“Harrison…” I softened my voice further. “I’m not feeling very well.”
This time, he studied me carefully.
Too carefully.
And suddenly I regretted speaking.
Because Harrison Grant noticed details most people missed.
Body language.
Breathing.
Ey
