CHAPTER 32
VIOLET
“Did you have to bring the bodyguard?” Trent asked.
I glanced sideways to see whether Dawson had heard, but he was still in the kitchen, changing a washer on Mom’s leaky faucet.
Trent had been waiting for me at Mom’s house when I got to Oakwood Falls, and his scowl as I walked in with Dawson had made his feelings quite plain even before he asked the question. The question that, for some reason, irritated me to no end.
“In light of the threats against me, yes, I did have to bring Dawson. David Jackson insisted.”
What David had actually said was, “I’m paying a flat rate for Masters’s services, so you might as well take him with you, and he can shovel you into a cab after your party. Do me a favour and don’t come back hungover. Bloodshot eyes aren’t good from a continu
