Zoey’s breath caught, the words rattling in her ears. A bodyguard? They’d already arranged it?
Iris’s voice was still going, but Zoey wasn’t listening.
Howard’s gaze told her everything. This wasn't a debate.
How could they decide that without first speaking to me? Zoey’s mind buzzed with questions until finally Iris’s voice snapped her back to reality.
“Zoey,” Iris called. “Honey, have you been listening to me?”
“No,” Zoey answered. She snapped a glance at her aunt, and then locked gaze with her father. “This? This can’t work. What the hell is this?”
Stammering, she took a step back, still staring at her father’s steel-like countenance.
“What in the world are you two taking me for?” Zoey stuttered. She turned to Iris. “Do you take me for a child? I am twenty-four. I am an adult an
