The morning sunlight streamed through the dining room's tall windows as Alex, Claire, and Emma sat at the table for breakfast.
The clinking of cutlery against porcelain filled the air, but Alex's mind was far from his plate. He stirred his coffee absentmindedly, his brow furrowed as a thought gnawed at him.
He had been too focused on his jealousy to have thought about what Claire had in detail.
She had said the strange guy had bumped into their car at a traffick stop and afterwards, they had come out to lash out only to realize Emma knew the guy.
If that was so, why hadn't the shadow bodyguard he assigned to Emma mentioned anything about it to him?
He had explicitly ordered them to report any interaction she had with strangers, and yet, they had said nothing about the college admirer Claire so casually mentioned the night before.