Seeing her just standing there in the living room did something to him he didn’t want to name. It wasn’t sudden, it wasn’t dramatic but it was there.
A quiet, irritating pull in his chest that made him tighten his jaw almost immediately.
If he was going to stay on as her bodyguard, if he was going to keep pretending everything was normal, then he had to harden himself again. Things has to go back to the way it was. No softness and no form of being friendly.
She greeted him when their eyes met.
"Good morning," she said.
Her voice was calm and polite.
"Good morning Miss Wilfred," he replied.
But his voice came out flat, distant, like he was already somewhere else. The way he responded made her feel like he was not interested in having a conversation with her. He was already turning aw
