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closet while Catarina’s assistant was talking to the guy who looked like
he kicked puppies for fun.”
    “I was just on my way to see Peter but I wanted to check on
you first” Griffin said.
    “Oh sure.” I shrugged. “Not the first time I’ve had to avoid
someone by hiding in a closet.”
    Griffin looked from me to Jorge’s grinning face.
    “So exactly what is happening here?” he asked.
    “Jorge and I have a job to do for the rest of the day and
tonight. He was sent to pick me up and I just needed to get changed from the
funeral.
    “Yeah, that’s not going to happen, you won’t be doing the
job” Griffin said.
    Jorge choked on the glass of water he had been drinking.
    “Dude” he muttered “so uncool.”
    “Jorge, could you please give me a moment?” I asked sweetly
although the look I was shooting in Griffin’s direction was anything but sweet.
    “Sure, sure” said Jorge, “I’ll just wait for you in the
limo.” As he walked past Griffin I heard him mutter under his breath. “Dead man
walking.”
    He closed the door gently behind him but not before shooting
me a pointed look.
    “So was there a real reason for this visit or did you just
intend to humiliate me in front of my co-worker?” I asked.
    Griffin held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t
say that right, I’m sorry.”
    “Oh, you’re sorry for telling me I couldn’t do my job.” I
wanted to be clear on this so that I knew exactly the reason I was furious with
him or whether I should just go nuclear.
    Griffin looked at me sheepishly. “Well no, you can’t go and
especially not with him.”
    Nuclear it was then.
    “How dare you tell me what I can do with my job. You do not
have any right to do that. You especially don’t have any right to tell me who I
can and can’t work with. Anyway, what is your problem with Jorge? He is one of
the nicest guys that I know. I’m actually happy when I get to work with him,
because then I can concentrate on my job and I know he’ll help me if I need
it.”
    “He’s not who you think he is, I can’t say anything more
than that but I don’t want you anywhere near that guy” Griffin said with that
infuriatingly calm voice he seemed to employ with me regularly.
    “No” I said.
    “Excuse me.” Griffin looked startled. I shrugged, the anger
still there but I wasn’t going to argue about this. A part of me marveled that
he honestly seemed to expect me to just fall into line with his edicts.
    “No, you don’t get to tell me what to do and expect me to do
it. I will take any suggestions you give under advisement but you do not get to
give me orders and expect me to obey you.”
    Griffin pulled his hand through his hair, his frustration
evident. “I’m not trying to control you, I’m trying to keep you safe which
seems to be a full time job. In less than a couple of hours you almost walk in
on what sounds to have been a shake down by a very, and I can’t emphasize this
enough, very, bad man. Now you’re about to get into a car and spend the day and
night with a man that I do not want you anywhere near. I don’t want you hurt,
not in any way. I know you’re angry with me but you can’t ask me to stand by
when I see you may be walking into a dangerous situation.”
    He had stepped closer and looking into his eyes I could see
that he was dealing with emotions that he wasn’t overly familiar with.
    “This is one of those moments” I said quietly.
    “What moments?” Griffin asked, probably a bit more harshly
than he meant to.
    I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “This is one of
those moments where you tell me your opinion and you trust me to make the right
decision. I don’t know what you think you know about Jorge but I can guarantee
that he is not that person.”
    “Are you willing to bet your life and your safety on that?”
Griffin said harshly.
    “Yes” I said quietly. “I exasperate you don’t I?” I asked as
I wound my arms around him.”
    He put his