Dahlia didn’t let it go.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes still fixed on Ryan as if she was reassessing him from a new angle. "So," she said, slowly, "who are you exactly?'
Ryan didn’t seem thrown off. He answered the way he answered everything, direct and controlled. "I’m Miss Wilfred's bodyguard."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Dahlia’s eyes widened dramatically. "Body...what?"
Sylvie closed her eyes for half a second. "Dahlia."
Dahlia ignored her. "A bodyguard? Like… full-time? Live-in? Suit and serious face bodyguard?"
Ryan nodded slowly. "Yes."
Dahlia turned to Sylvie "Since when?"
"Since three months ago," Sylvie chipped in.
"Oh my goodness" Dahlia turned back to Ryan again, clearly enjoying herself now. "So... how old are you? Twenty five? Twenty six?"
"Dahlia,"
