(Caroline's POV)
Jason is walking toward us from the building entrance, his expression dark. He's shed his suit jacket, his tie is loosened, and there's something in his posture that screams danger.
"This is a private conversation," Samuel says, not releasing my arm.
"Doesn't look very private to me." Jason's eyes meet mine. "Caroline, are you okay?"
"She's fine," Samuel answers before I can. "This is between me and my wife."
"Soon-to-be ex-wife," I correct, still trying to pull away. "And no, I'm not fine. Let go of me, Samuel."
He doesn't.
Jason moves faster than I expect. One moment he's several feet away, the next he's right there, his hand on Samuel's wrist.
"The lady asked you to let go," Jason says quietly. "I suggest you listen."
For a moment, I think Samuel is going to st
