Zara’s POV
‘Are you sure you are OK with this?’ I ask my friend as I take a seat beside her, Thea grabbing for my hand and holding it.
She gives me a nervous smile, ‘no’ she admits, ‘but I do know that if it’s a mistake, nobody has more chance of keeping me safe than you.’
Henry returns a few minutes later, and I give him my cell number so he can text me when his client arrives before I lead him back to my bike and take him home . . the scenic route of course.
The next morning at six am, my cell chimes with a message saying that Thea’s grandfather is here and they are ready to meet when we are.
Heading out into the living area, I find Thea already up, a coffee in her hands as she perches on the edge of the couch that she slept on last night.
‘He’s here’ I tell her softly, studying he
