Jean carefully set her fork down against the plate, lifting her eyes toward Tyler through her lashes. The ocean breeze carried the scent of flowers across the garden, but the atmosphere around the table still felt strangely tense beneath all the luxury.
Even during lunch, guards remained stationed nearby. Watching her every move. Listening to their conversation. Ready to take action the moment she slipped.
Jean forced herself to take another small bite before speaking casually, "Do all businessmen travel around with this much security?"
Tyler looked up from his wine glass, slightly amused. "What do you mean?"
Jean gestured subtly toward the estate grounds. "The guards. The cameras all over the house. Even the men serving lunch seem trained." She gave a faint smile, trying to sound curious rather than suspicious. "You make it feel like I'm living with someone dangerous."
Tyler chuckled softly at that, leaning back in his chair. "Dangerous? Are you scared of our situation, dear?"
