“I know. You can look after yourself, earn your own money. You’ve got it sorted with the Kiplings, but if there was ever a time when you needed me, I’d be there. That’s all I’m saying.” I turned to face him and the sincerity I found in his gaze halted any further protests. I frowned at what he’d said, wondering how he knew I was working for the Kiplings as suspicion crept into my mind.
