The large man shook his head.
“I’m new to this bodyguard thing. What exactly is your job?”
“Right now, it’s to watch you.”
I smiled. “Then I guess you’re coming with me. It won’t take long.”
In only a few minutes, the man and I made it to the suite, found my purse, and were back to the elevator. “I’m glad I remembered that.”
“Yes, ma’am. I texted Mr. Sherman about our detour.”
Apparently, his job was watching and tattling. I didn’t care, finding it a bit over the top.
The elevator doors opened to a full lobby. Nowhere in the crowd did I see Van. “Maybe he’s out to the car.”
The black sedan was waiting as the man and I stepped outside. As we walked closer, the man opened the door and peered in. “Mr. Sherman, sorry for the delay.” He held the door for me.
“Hi,” I grinned. “I tried to leave my purse.”
“Julia.”
I turned to Van, feeling an unusual uneasiness. “Is something wrong? Does it have to do with your call?” As I asked the question, the car moved away from the curb and onto the street. It was then I noticed the driver’s reflection in the rearview mirror. “What happened to Michael?”
Van laid his hand over mine. “I’ve decided to change our plans.”