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Holding up okay?
If my old ODA knows about theHot Scoopslideshow, it’s no surprise that Derek knows about it too. But Iamsurprised that he’s worried about me.
I should really be sleeping—today was exhausting even though it went as smoothly as an unplanned excursion could have gone—but sleep is going to elude me for a while. I prop up a pillow against the headboard and get comfortable as I type out a return text.
Elliot:
Aside from being tempted to murder Freya, I’m all good.
Derek:
When she gets an idea, she doesn’t like to deviate.
Elliot:
I’m learning that.
Derek:
Was there any trouble? I noticed you were the only protection agent in the photos.
Of course he caught that. Thankfully, no one on the internet has mentioned that there weren’t other guards around, and I would like to keep it that way. If someone decides to stir up trouble because they thinkI won’t be enough to keep Freya safe, they might actually have a chance to get to her. A slim chance, but a chance nonetheless.
Elliot:
No trouble, but I’m attributing that to luck. She got the drop on me, or I would have made better arrangements.
Derek:
She’s good at that.
“Oh good,” I mutter, not really needing confirmation that Freya is going to be more of a handful than I anticipated.
I wonder what someone like Wade would do in a job like mine, or North. Knowing North, he probably would have started flirting with Freya immediately and lasted less than a day as her bodyguard. Wade is more sensible, but he’s not one to take charge unless he absolutely has to. Freya would walk all over him.
“What about you?” I ask my phone, as if my words might reach Derek. He played a bodyguard in a movie once, and he has the muscle mass to at least look intimidating. That’s all the tabloids seem to care about, though theHot Scooparticle makes me itchy. I guess I should be flattered that whoever the author is, they think I’m attractive?
Yeah, I’m not flattered at all. There’s something slimy about that website.
Elliot:
Is this Hot Scoop’s nasty side coming out?
Derek:
Not in the slightest.
Elliot:
Did you read the part where they talked about Freya?
Derek:
That’s tame for them.
I swear again.
“You’re worse than Hex,” a voice says at the door.
