CHAPTER 29
Roger had better things to do tonight than fight with his wife. Like sleep. “All I said was I don’t trust him,” he said, frowning as he put on his pajamas.
Juliette studied her husband from over the top of her lenses. “Think he’s undercover?”
Roger tugged on the drawstring of his silk pants. “Probably not. But he was hiding something.”
Juliette took off her glasses. “Benjamin sent him. That’s got to count for something.”
“You already know how I feel about Benjamin.”
“If you can’t trust your own security guard, then why don’t you fire him?” she retorted.
Roger shrugged. “He’s yet another one of your pets. Far be it from me to get in the way of you and your mission to win the Nobel Peace Prize one starving refugee at a time.”
Juliette turned her head sharply, and her curls
