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And yet she always said yes whenever Harry, Isla, or his own damn son invited her out, was always ready to pitch in or lend a helping hand every time a non-profit org, small or big, came knocking on their door.
And what he hated most of all was how she was getting a little too damn close to the bodyguard he had hired to look after her until Horace's trial reached its destined end, and the man was locked up for good.
If only Drake Morrison hadn't come so highly recommended, Nicholas would have long fired him and replaced with someone else, preferably someone without a dick.
Nicholas asked for the bartender to refill his glass, and as he watched the other man pour another shot of bourbon into his glass, he wondered broodingly if he had accidentally hit on the real reason behind his wife's change of heart.
Had she stopped loving him because she had found someone more deserving of her?
Chapter Sixteen
"HEADING SOMEWHERE?" Nicholas asked the next morning when he saw his wife coming down the stairs and looking exceptionally lovely in a cream-colored pantsuit.
"San Antonio," she answered hesitantly, "for a board meeting."
"One of your non-profits?"
She nodded.
"Let me drive you then, since I need to head up to the office as well."
Her eyes widened. "Oh, but you don't have to—-"
"I know," he said pleasantly. "But I want to."
Outside, Nicholas bit back a curse when he saw Drake already waiting by the Bentley.
"Good morning, Mr. Sutherland, Mrs. Sutherland."
Too damn fucking handsome to be a bodyguard, Nicholas thought darkly. When Drake started to open the door, Nicholas derived a lot of pleasure in saying, "That won't be necessary." He slid a possessive arm around his wife's waist. "I'll be the one driving her to the city—-"
"Mr. Sutherland?" Thomas came out of the main house, the wireless receiver in his hand. "It's a phone call from one of your partners in Munich."
Fuck.
Seeing her chance to avoid getting trapped in a confined space with Nicholas, Bee said quickly, "You should take that. I can just go with Drake and Jerry as planned." She moved away, and her heart squeezed as she felt his arm loosen its hold.
Nicholas' face hardened as he watched her smile up at the bodyguard before stepping inside the Bentley.
After closing the door, Drake glanced at him, murmuring, "Mr. Sutherland."
He had the strongest urge to drive a fist into the bodyguard's face, but managed to control the impulse. "Make sure nothing happens to her," he said curtly.
"I'll take good care of her, sir."
Nicholas' jaw clenched.Asshole.That wasn't what he had asked, dammit.
As the Bentley cruised down the highway, Bee couldn't help wondering about the seeming tension she noticed between Nicholas and her bodyguard.
"Drake?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Has my...has Nicholas spoken to you recently about anything?"
"I was to make sure nothing happened to you."
"And that's it?"
