CLAY’S POV
“Everything’s locked down?” I asked for the third time, rubbing a hand over my jaw as I stared out of the glass wall of my London office.
“Clay,” Philip drawled on the other end of the line, amusement tainting his voice, “if it were any tighter, the building would have to need an underground passage or something. Relax, buddy.”
I huffed. “I’m serious.”
“I know you are. That’s the problem.” He chuckled. “We installed the cameras, motion sensors, window alarms, reinforced locks, silent alerts straight to our dispatch. She’s safer than most diplomats I’ve protected.”
I felt some of the stiffness in my shoulders melt off as I relaxed a bit more. “Sounds great. Thank you, Phil.”
“Anytime, Banner. Besides, it's quite refreshing to see you so protective over a girlfriend.”
“She’
