31 Bronson

“Sir, she cannot be trusted.” Rand states as I push the laptop away from me. I huff out a frustrated breath while Rand moves closer, standing right before me.

“And what exactly would you have me do Rand?” I ask and watch his eyes narrow then turn, his hands on hips in clear irritancy. “Would you have me lock her up and throw away the key?”

“You want me to answer that honestly?” He pouts then turns and gives me a shrug.

“Rand, your trailing her is what is pushing her away. She’s right, she chose to stay with us, with me, and I cannot have her feel unwanted within the agreement we have.”

“And what agreement is that Bronson? I mean did you ever think about what this girl could really do to you?”