MY BODYGUARD
Aw, the rosemary, the garlic, the lemon zest—holy hell, I can feel the flavors blending perfectly.
Red chuckles lightly, and it's definitely not Red the Bodyguard.
"Um, did you manage to reach that Thompson?" he asks after a short silence, his mood serious. My face turns cranky at the name. Discerning this, Red quickly says, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"