Brettly could just see Miranda wheels turning in her mind. Trying to figure him. Wondering why he was there. Nothing truly believing that he was there for her. So much of their first few years and the first five years had in been in the media. Partly because his parents demand it, then him while building his business. It all change about their fifth year of marriage. When his mother died. It surprised everyone when he had the media coverage stopped of her death. From that point he used the media sparingly.<br/><br/>Brettly titled his head as he look at her. It killed him know just how close he had came to losing her. Looking at her now only reminded him how close to death she had been. Beaten nearly beyond recognition. Her cloths were soaked in blood he had them thrown away. Giving orders not to tell her why. Brettly would tell her when he thought the time was right. Making sure that bring in the most comfortable clothing he could find for her.<br/><br/>“Yes, I will.” Brettly said his voiced filled with reissuance. His one brow shot up at her saying that her saying that his work was important. There was a time he put his family business along with other things before. That was no longer true. His brow went even further when she said that she could manage herself. Schooling himself at let his temper get the best of him. Not for the fact that she wanted take her care of herself more because she was still physically weak. Because someone had hurt so badly that she spent the last year in the hospital.<br/><br/>“ Oh you’re not getting rid of me so soon” He teased her lightly “Thomas is taking very good care of the business.” There was no one he would trust then his best friend.  Tall as red wood and just thick,the man was pure muscle. Most were imitated by him. Not Brettly they become instant friends in college after a drunken brawl. Thomas was the only mutual friend that he and Miranda shared.<br/><br/>“He keep me abreast of things” he gave  Miranda a cheeky smile as if it was no big deal. Brettly checked in regularly  with Thomas. If anything of great important came up the work was done on his smart phone on his laptop. Miranda was his main concern.  He didn’t not make a comment  on Marie. She had been like a mother to Miranda. The last thing he wanted to do was tell her that Marie had died three years ago. Knowing that it would only make her more depress. Miranda timidness made Brettly heart break. Part of him wanted nothing more than to hold her and protect her.The other part miss the strong Miranda. The one that would stand up to him and tell him to kiss her ass. Or go to Hell if he need it.<br/><br/>“ I have something for you” he got up from his chair. Cross to her as he reach in his tailor made suit. Taking out a bracelet with shells on it from a pocket. One thing that she had been wearing that hadn’t been covered in blood. It gave him hope for them. Because they had gotten matching bracelets from their second honey moon they had gotten in Fiji. They had promised each other never to their bracelets off. He hadn’t and neither had she. The only reason she hadn’t had one was that the hospital took it off of her. He waited until she was well enough go home to give it to her. Gently he placed the bracelet on her wrist. Giving her a chase kiss on lips. Not that he didn’t want to kiss her deeply he did but he wanted to her heal more before he did. The nurse wheel a wheel chair into.<br/><br/>“ Your chariot awaits my queen” he have teased.  He had already had the jag waited for them. What would be waiting for them would be the media.