Ashton's jaw was tight again.
I raised both hands. "Alright, alright. I'll take a couple of days off. Happy?"
Barely. His eyes narrowed.
"Was it you?" I asked. "The Harper clean-up? It was too fast to be Cassian's work." I gave him a thumbs-up. "Thanks for the help."
His expression darkened. "I wasn't 'helping' you. Protecting my wife is part of the contract clauses."
I blinked. "I don't remember that."
"I wrote the contract."
Fair point. I dropped it.
"I'll assign you bodyguards," he said.
"No." I didn't hesitate. "I'm not walking around with shadows. I want to live, not be babysat."
His glare didn't budge.
He looked like he was weighing whether to fight me on it.
So I rose from the sofa and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks for caring," I said. "Bu
