Cannon glanced around the room before focusing on her again. “You should have asked who the hell I am.”
Nahla rolled her eyes. “I already know who you are.”
Taking a step toward her, Cannon smirked. It was the first time she had seen him do anything close to smile, and the dimple that appeared in his right cheek almost made her pass out.
Somebody get this fine ass man out of my house before I have a heart attack.
“Who am I, Nahla?”
She rolled her eyes again. “The man from last night. Duh.” With that, she turned on her heels and headed to her living room. As she sat on her sofa, she realized how bizarre this encounter was. She knew she should have been more concerned about how the same man who came out of nowhere to save her in another city was now in her home, but she just . . .wasn’t.
She watched as he observed her entryway and living room before he sat in the lounge chair adjacent to the sofa.
“My name is Cannon Porter. You can call me Cane.”
Nahla scoffed. “And why are you here,Cannon?”
Instead of answering her question, he returned with one of his own.
“Why would you choose to drive home in the middle of the night? You saw what happened.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because it was a dumb ass thing to do. I wanna hear you justify it.”
She grabbed the taupe throw cover from the arm of her sofa. She draped it across her lower body before crossing her legs, since her robe was short. Once she was comfortable, she replied.
“I saw what happened, but I also sawyouhandle it.” She shrugged. “I figured I was good.”
His expression shifted momentarily. It wasn’t exactly a smile, but there was a warmth there that she noticed just before he looked away.
“Can you tell me why you were there? Andwhy you’reherenow?”
“Your editor-in-chief hired me.”
Nahla frowned. “Mr. Hill?”
He didn’t answer, which earned him another eyeroll.
“Hired you to do what?”
Cannon stood and began walking around, observing everything he passed as he replied.
“To keep an eye on you for the weekend. I run a security firm, and he seemed to think that you might be in danger while in Lyle.”
Ofcourse he did. Nahla didn’t know why she was acting shocked. She should have figured Mr. Hill would pull somethinglike this the second she refused to take one of the male writers or editors with her.
She supposed she owed Mr. Hill andCannona thank you for that.
“Well, thanks for your help, but the weekend is over. You still haven’t explained why you’re herenow.”
He stopped walking when he got to her patio door. It was a glass sliding door with curtains on either side. At the moment, they were pulled open. As he gazed outside, he said, “Are you done writing about the corruption in Lyle?”
She frowned. “Hell no. I’m just getting started.”
He nodded. “I’ll be here till you wrap it up.”
Nahla immediately began shaking her head. “No, thank you. I don’t need a babysitter.”
