Page 11 of All Tied Down

“That’s the plan.”

He nods, and mentally I add but only because Garrett’s promised to make it up to me in orgasms as soon as everyone leaves.

“Are you commuting to the office every day?” Tom frowns. “I could take you, but you’re going to need a security detail.”

“I don’t need a detail.”

“Yes, you do,” Roan says, his expression serious. “We have no way to gauge what’s about to happen. You’re a power couple, but because you are worth more than the rest of us combined, the story will undoubtedly explode.”

A part of me hoped that we might be able survive the next six months as close to under the radar as possible, but the look on Roan’s face says that ship has sailed.

Shit.

“I’ve survived this long without a babysitter,” I snark, Garrett’s hand covering mine in support. It should make me mad but it does the opposite, my heart rate slowing just a little as I push down the outrage.

“Well then, consider it a favor,” Tom says thoughtfully. “Samson is trying to find a spot out here to get his girls settled. This would give him a chance to make it happen. He did good work at the gala with Kat, and he’s eager to prove himself now that he’s officially a member of our team.”

“And it’s already leaked,” Theo says, holding up his phone. “Descending North frontman marries billionaire heiress in Vegas.”

Forcing back the growl that wants to escape, I don’t take my eyes off the man who has always felt more like my uncle than an employee or coworker. He’s the man I call Oakey because Isla and I thought it sounded silly and it just stuck.

He’s been around for birthdays and holidays and watched me grow up. I trust him and I like Samson.

But that’s not the point.

I’ve managed to avoid being in this situation since I started working at Andrews International. I pride myself on my tenacity and fortitude, and it feels like it’s all slipping away from me because I’ve never needed anyone to protect me.

“Fine.”

“I’m sorry,” Garrett whispers as he intertwines our fingers, and I hate that I’m no longer capable of hiding my frustration.

I’m better than this.

“Garrett will have one as well when both of you are together unless things change and there’s need for an immediate assignment.”

“Please let it be Grimm,” Roan mutters with a shit-eating grin.

“Why?” Garrett asks as Tom’s eyes slide to Roan as well.

“Because that guy is stone-faced and it’ll drive you nuts.”

“Why are we even friends?” Garrett complains as Roan lifts a shoulder and lets it drop.

“Dunno, but technically you’re paying for our friendship right now and I’m working overtime.”

“Ouch,” Theo chimes in, then with a thoughtful expression dips his head and adds, “also same.”

“I hate both of you.”

“Aww, technically I’m contractually obligated to be here too,” I coo, trying to pretend it’s not the truth. Garrett’s expression is playfully offended, but the emotion in his eyes is unreadable.

“We will work on this and I’ll contact your assistant so we’re all on the same page,” Roan says. “I’ll draft a statement for your approval in the morning, and I’ll get it to the outlets that have been vetted.”

“Thank you,” Garrett replies as the other three men stand with brief goodbyes and promises to be in touch.

I should probably say something, but I can’t seem to find the words.

Or the fucks required to be polite.