#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.

The reality is I’m nobody, with an overbearing Alexi who won’t let me out of Carrero sight for even a shopping trip. Santagato has been at...