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We’re out in public for Haven to cause a scene, but maybe she learned her lesson. Yet, something in me doubts it.
She’s currently looking at aspirin, alluding earlier that she had a headache because she’d mindlessly bring her fingers to her temple and begin rubbing at it.
I notice everything she does.
Haven fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous or uncomfortable. She searches her surroundings at all times as if someone is going to swoop in and grab her up as I did. She is careful when she walks, not to bump into anyone, and is courteous when she can be.
It’s annoyingly intriguing.
Especially when she’s so kind and normal.
My mother gave her a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt to wear before we left. The simple ensemble does nothing to keep anyone else’s attention away.
I’ve kept a distance so that I can watch everything. To make sure no one is going to ambush us when we’re out or if she has something planned up her sleeve to turn this whole situation around.
It never comes.
Watching her down the aisle, a man enters on a mission before he almost stops on a dime when he sees my wife bent over. His eyes quickly access her body, and I find myself taking a step closer before stopping myself.
In any other setting that didn’t have security cameras covering every inch of this place, I’d gouge his eyeballs out right here and now.
However, I have to play by society’s rules and be simple and sane.
If I kill him here,Iwould be the one drawing unnecessary attention to myself.
“Haven.” She promptly jolts upright as if her name whipped across her back and turns to look at me.
I can’t help but feel more powerful in her eyes because she’s learning not to fuck around when I’m being completely serious.
The man glances over, unaffected by my summons, but I ignore him and lay all my attention on her.
Jerking my head, she immediately ambles forward. Her untamed hair is pulled back in a ponytail, but tiny little strains make their way out of it and cup the soft edge of her jawline.
“Are you done?”
Her lips part, waiting to say something as she blinks at me. “I didn’t grab what I was looking for.”
“What’s in your hand then?”
Haven glances down. “Aspirin, but—”
“Let’s go.” I pivot toward the front of the store and expect her to follow me.
She doesn’t.
Clutching my hands into fists, I spin back around to find her in the exact spot she was. “Is there a problem?”
“Can I grab some soap first?”
Geezus fucking Christ.
“Hurry up,” I snap, watching that command immediately followed as she trudges down the aisle and turns it.
I swear to God, I didn’t know that I had to be a fucking bodyguard, too, when I married her. It wasn’t part of the plan. There was no mindset of catering to her in any way, and I’m thinking of just assassinating Cillian my goddamn self tonight if I can sneak inside his house just so that I can quickly get rid of his sister.
Haven appears back within two minutes with a bunch of shit in her hands before we check out and load up into my SUV. She’s quiet again, which is what I prefer, as I make my way back home to rid myself of her presence so that I can get my plan underway.
My father isn’t going to agree to it. Not wanting me to go solo with Cillian because it doesn’t take a brain scientist to know that he’s going to be well-guarded and protected.
