She's not talking to me, well that's not exactly true. She did say 'I'm okay Devon you don't have to worry about me' before disappearing behind the bedroom door and shutting me out.
If I didn't have to hunt down the madman that was after her I would've taken the time to explain to her but time was of the essence.
It hurt like fuck that she wouldn't even sit next to me at lunch and then again at dinner, but it was for the best.
The next day things were a little less stressed. She was back to smiling, but at everyone else but me, and the women were all in a flutter because of some party they were planning, so I was spared the dirty looks.
"Okay my source tells me your guy is indeed in Doha but I don't have eyes on him yet. It might take a couple days so why don't we spend some time with our women before they mutiny. I think Devon set off some kinda storm and now all our asses are on the line."