Free Glass Towers, Shattered (Glass Towers Trilogy) by Adler, Holt Page B

to navigate the finishing touches. I will need to map out my shopping trip, so I can make the best use of my time. I only have Thursday to get all the final pieces I need to install in a week. With my plans to be gone this weekend, time is getting short. I am very thankful for the business, but I am anxious to be done with this project. The wife has proven to be a bit of an opinionated handful. I approach my business with the attitude that the client is always right, even if they are wrong. It is my job to help them make the right decision. This is not always an easy task. She knows it all and reminds me all the time that she is writing the checks. At the end of the day, I digress because she is right and I am getting a hefty check when this job is done. 
    I get up to retrieve my coffee from the microwave , as it has given me the third reminder chime that time is up. As I move across the room, I see someone coming up the walkway to the mudroom door. I freeze, oh no! Who the hell is here? I hear a firm knock on the door. “Henry, Henry, come.” A sleepy Henry gets up from his cozy bed and reluctantly follows me to the mudroom. I see through the glass pain that the man on the other side is that gorgeous French guy, Garrin. I totally forgot he was coming over. Surprisingly, Henry doesn’t bark, instead he just stands there and wags his tail.
    I open the door and give Garrin a bright smile.   “Hi!”
    “ Bonjour Mademoiselle Austen.” He wipes his feet on the mat outside the door and advances into the mudroom.
    “Please, call me Danielle.” May I take your coat? I reach out my hand.
    “ Oui Mademoiselle, I mean Danielle.” He smiles shyly at me, takes off his coat, and hands it to me. I hang it on the hook by the dog leash. Henry is nudging Garrin’s hand. He looks down at the dog and smiles.
    “I see the dog is friendly?” He pats Henry’s head.
    “Yes, Henry is a lover not a fighter really. However, this morning he surprised me and became my hero.” I walk into the kitchen with Garrin following me.
    “Oh? Did something happen or is that figurative?” His accent is so thick I am straining to understand what he is saying. He gives me a funny look, and I realize I am staring. I feel my face turning crimson. How embarrassing. Gah!
    “Yes, well it’s a continuation of the recent occurrences. I’ll fill you in, would you like something to drink?”
    He shakes his head, “No I am good right now, merci .” I motion for us to sit down, and I proceed to tell him my version of the last 24 hours. Well, minus Harrison’s visit yesterday. I blush again thinking about our too-brief sexual interlude. “So Garrin, how does this bodyguard thing work exactly? I have never had a need for one, nor do I exactly want one. Harrison insisted, so here we are.” I look at him nervously, hoping he understood what I said.
    “Well, I am here today to make sure you are safe. Tomorrow Monsieur Towers has a team arriving from Montreal. I will be heading back home for a week to keep track of things there.”
    Once again, his accent has me concentrating hard on deciphering his words. I hope the guy who comes tomorrow is easier to understand, like Harrison.
    “Well that sounds good , I guess. So, do you want to watch television or listen to music? I have work to do.” I motion to my laptop on the table in the dining area.
    “Oh I have work to do also. May I use the end of the table to set up?”  
    “Of course! Let me know if you need anything.”
    “Merci.” He follows me to the table with a black case, which I hadn’t noticed until now. He pulls out his laptop and sits down opposite me at the table.
    I remember that I left my phone in my bedroom. I head down the hallway, joined by Henry. He must think I still need a protector. I smile to myself. Someday I need to get a Henry. I enter the room, and Henry plunks down in the hallway just outside my door.
    I grab my phone and see that I have missed calls from Harrison and