Eighty nine

**MORGAN'S POV**

I brushed Daniel's hand off my shoulder, irritated.

"Is that any of your business?"

"It is," Daniel said, getting in my face.

"If you've come to cause trouble at her work."

I narrowed my eyes. What did this man know? He had been civil enough during that dinner. Why did he look ready to give me a beating?

"If you must know," I told him flatly,

"I'm here to get my wife. Why, do you have a problem with that?"

Daniel pointed a finger in my face. "You'll not get anywhere near her."

Dickson stepped towards Daniel and pulled him back, about to warn him to watch his mouth if he still wanted to keep his job.

Daniel beat him to it. "Do you know this asshole, Dickson?"

"Shut up, idiot!" Dickson seethed, standing directly between the two of us.

"What do you think you are doing?"

Daniel indicated me.

"Call security to throw this man out."

"Why would he do that?" I asked, stepping closer and putting a hand on Dickson's shoulder to push him aside.

"She ran away from you so you