Chapter 19
Andi looked around, startled to notice only two of his bodyguards were close by. “Where are the other guards?” she asked. “And when will they eat?”
“They eat in shifts and the other two are guarding the exits. We’ll have more privacy here. Now, who is harassing you?” The waiter brought over two pints of ale, then quickly departed.
Andi suddenly noticed that no one else had entered the pub.
“Did you close down the pub?” she whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear her question.
His eyes sharpened at her non-answer of his question. “You’re avoiding my question, Andi. Who is harassing you?”
“No one,” she sighed, rubbing a hand over her forehead. That’s when she realized her hair was a mess. She touched the band that held her hair up. It was definitely askew and several locks of hair had escaped.
“Yes, your hair is falling down,” he said, reaching out to pluck all the pins from her hair.
He slid his fingers through the silky, dark locks, then tossed the pins onto the table.
His eyes sharpened with determination as he looked at her.
“Why were you late this morning? Why didn’t you arrive with the others? ”
Andi’s shoulders slumped for a moment, then she straightened and took a fortifying sip of her beer. The flavor was perfect, exactly what her frazzled mind and body needed right now. She wasn’t used to drinking alcohol during her lunch break, but it was pretty nice!
“What did you do this weekend?” she asked, changing the subject.
There was no way she was going to rat on Jonas.
The rat bastard probably expected her to whine and complain, but Andi was determined to rise above his efforts.
She was going to be the better person and win over the assistant.
Soon, very soon, that man was going to become her best friend!
“I don’t want to discuss my weekend,” Laith snarled. “Who is harassing you?”
Andi leaned back in the hard, wooden chair, idly wondering how old the pub was. Had this place been around centuries ago? Had these walls seen the evolution of the British empire? What secrets did these walls know?
“Andi,” Laith repeated, his voice softer now. “What’s wrong? Did another box come to you?”
She snorted and shook her head.
“Then tell me what’s wrong.”
Andi leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around the frosty mug, enjoying the soothing chill. “Laith, I need you to let me handle this on my own.”