The cop looked at his partner and shook his head again, his lips thinning. “Can you believe this clown?”
I rolled my lips together to stop myself from barking a laugh.
“Look, I’m just tryin’a do my job,” the asshole whined. “The law firm offered me two hundred bucks to serve this dude. You know the law’s on my side here.”
The second cop’s eyes narrowed. “What we know is that your job is to walk up the front path and ring the bell. You went around the back and were looking in all the goddamned windows without a doorbell chime to be heard. What were you thinking?”
The dude lowered his gaze, his face reddening so much it almost turned purple, and he mumbled, “I dunno.”
The cop glowered. “If you don’t start being straight with me, I’ll keep those zip ties on you, haul you down the station, and book you for trespassing.”
The guy shot me a glare. “Alright, alright. I just wanted to see Saint, okay?”
My head reared back. “Are you a pervert?”
“No!” he cried. “I’m a huge fan. That’s why I took this job on. I thought I might be able to get her autograph and maybe a picture. Could you put a word in for me, man?”
I scraped a hand down my face. “Jesus Christ. I could’ve damned well killed you. Saint had to lock herself in her room, scared out of her wits because some imbecile decided to creep around her pad at night, uninvited, and you think she’s gonna be all smiles while she poses for pictures?” My voice rose an octave. “You must be out of your goddamned mind!”
“Well, when you put it like that...” His words trailed off, and he had the good grace to lower his gaze, looking decidedly ashamed of himself.
One of the cops rolled his eyes and hooked his eyebrow at me. “We can arrest him for trespassing. There’s enough video evidence to throw the book athim and make sure he thinks twice the next time he wants to perv on someone famous. If we do it that way, we’ll need you and Ms. McClure to come down to the station and give statements, and it’ll take up most of your night. Alternatively, we can drag him out of here and tell him he’s not to come within ten feet of you or your client. That way, he can’t serve you papers, and he’ll have to go on his sweet way. And if he tries anything else, I give you my word that I’ll lock him in a cell and forget he’s there for a week or two.”
“Wait here,” I muttered, turning and prowling into the next room where Saint stood watching and listening. As soon as the cops arrived and read the guy his rights, I went upstairs to tell her everything was okay and to stop her worrying about what the fuck was happening downstairs.
The minute I spotted the guy peering into the windows from the video surveillance on my phone, I could tell he was no threat. Still, I wasn’t about to take any chances with Saint’s safety, and not only because I was assigned to protect her, but after the week we’d had together, she was also my woman, and no fucker touched my woman but me.
I walked into the kitchen and immediately saw Saint pacing by the door wearing denim shorts and her little bitty titty top. She didn’t have a scrap of makeup on, and she still had sex hair from earlier when I gave her my cock and made her come good and hard all over me.
She was stunning.
Her azure-blue eyes slid to meet mine, and she beamed a smile that lit up every dark crevice inside me that Allie left when she died.
Good God above.
Beautiful.
“He’s a dick,” she announced, jerking her thumb toward the family room where I’d dragged the perp across the floor by the hair after hog-tying him.
“I know,” I concurred. “But is he enough of a dick to make you press charges?”
“Probably not. Tell that asshole if he serves you because you pushed some prick who tried to upskirt me, I’ll get him thrown in jail so quickly his head will spin. I’ll also personally visit the prison they send him to and hire a burly fucker called Big Al to make him his bitch.”
I threw my head back and laughed.
Saint’s eyes turned molten, and she whispered, “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
I prowled toward her, wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, and gazed down into her pretty face. “Funny that. I was just thinkin’ the same thing about you.”
“I can’t believe our sex day was ruined by that twat,” she grumbled.
I grinned. “Sex day?”
“Well. Yeah. Do you know how often I get enough time off to stay in bed all day with a hot bodyguard?”
I hitched an eyebrow. “Never before now, I hope.”
“Exactly,” she murmured, going up onto her toes and planting a soft kiss on my lips.
