#Chapter193
‘I won’t be long,’ I call over to him, and the shop assistant milling nearby looks to me, then him with a strange look. She’s trying to summarise if he is a weird husband who has a serious avoidance of sexy underwear or if I’m some sort of celeb with a bodyguard. Jackson does have that aura of security and the trademark black suit and doorman jacket is a massive giveaway. He’s just missing the earpiece today to finish off the bodyguard kit.
