“Jesus Christ,” Dad rasps.
“It’s fine, Dad. It’s?—”
“It’s not fine,” he barks.
The air in the room grows thick and the side of my face heats where a pair of stormy green eyes are burning into it.
“Denver?” my father says. “From now until we work out who’s been sending these threats and find out what Neil is doing here, you’re with Sinclair.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“What? What does ‘with me’mean?” I shout, despite it being futile. Once my father makes a decision, that’s it.
“It means he’s your personal bodyguard as of now. You don’t go anywhere without him.”
I fly out of my seat. “No!”
“Yes.”
“Dad, not him. Please, I’ll take Killian or Jenson… but not him.”
I plead with my eyes. But it’s useless.
“Denver’s the best we have,” he says.
“It’ll be like being babysat by a gorilla. He barely talks, just grunts. At least Killian’s interesting, and Jenson’s fun.”
“You’ve got Denver.”
“My life is over.” I blow out a defeated breath. I’ll have to find a way to ditch him. There’s no way I want him going everywhere with me. No way in hell.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Sullivan says.
I throw him the stink eye as I scoop Monty off the floor and kiss his head. “I’m so sorry. I know this means you’re stuck with him too,” I whisper.
“Monty too. No one will touch a single one of the few hairs he does have while you’re both under my protection.”
Determined green irises burn into mine as I lift my gaze.
“You’ll protect him as much as you will me?”
The green flares like he doesn’t appreciate his ability being put under question.
“Yes.”
I narrow my eyes. I’m still going to ditch him. But knowing he’s willing to look after Monty makes my dislike for him thaw half a degree.
“Fine.”
He stares back, unfazed, as my father’s voice rings out around the room with a finality in it that I feel all the way to my toes.
“I trust you with my life. Now I’m trusting you with my daughter.”
3
DENVER
“Jesus, it’s a fucking wreck.”
