Gerrard’s POV
I tap my fingers on the granite worktop of our kitchen as I wait impatiently for Zara to return from meeting with my team. Kerrick is the member of the team that was nominated to babysit me after the meeting finished. I may have had something to do with that decision, and it may or may not have had something to do with me not wanting my team leader and his roaming eyes here when my wife comes in.
I noted the flicker of disappointment in Tobias’ eyes as I asked Kerrick to stay with me but the man had the good sense not to argue with me, instead, he led the rest of my security team from my apartment without a word.
I glance over at Kerrick, the imposing man is sitting awkwardly in one of my dining chairs, his phone in his hand as he texts someone. It looks to the outside as
