Obvious relief flooded through her, and she proved she didnot have any instinct for when a predator was stalking her, planning on eatingher alive.“Oh, yes.That.We had fun.I would love to hear how she’s doing,but I don’t want to be a bother.I can grab an Uber.”
That wasn’t happening.He knew why she was going in.
Daisy O’Donnell needed a bodyguard.
He happened to be a bodyguard.
The math was simple.One plus one was going to equal thatlittle brat in his bed.“Oh, I’m sure your father would have a problem with youbeing alone.Come along.We should get in so you can meet your new bodyguard.”
“I don’t…” Carys began.
“No, you don’t”—Nate moved into Daisy’s space—“have to do athing.I’m a trained guard.I’m going to the same place as a young lady whoneeds protection.I’ll deliver her straight to her dad.”
“You will?”Daisy asked, looking around like someone wouldsave her.
“Daisy…” Carys kept trying, but it looked like she wasn’tcompletely sure what she thought was going on was actually going on.
“Baby, are you all right?”Aidan asked.“She’s fine withNate.I’ve known Nate Carter since I was a kid.She’s perfectly safe with him.I assure you my father would let Nate watch over her.His parents are myparents’ closest friends.”
Yeah, he should give his dad a call to let him know he wasabout to blow their friendship all to hell.
Because she wasn’t getting away from him.
“Yeah, I can’t think of a reason to not go,” Daisy said witha nervous smile.“Like not a single one because we’re all friends.So, weshould head out.”
Trouble.Everyone said Daisy O’Donnell was trouble.
It looked like he was up for a bit of chaos.
Chapter Six
She hadn’t been able to think of a reason to not get in thecar with the gorgeous man she’d slept with the night before.The man who couldnever know she was Dee.
It was like she was a heroine in one of her Aunt Serena’sbooks except they always got a happily ever after, and she was not getting oneof those.
Tragic.She was a tragic heroine.
Damn, but this was awkward.
She couldn’t stand the silence.He hadn’t even turned on theradio, simply started driving toward the office once she’d buckled her seatbelt.“So, how is your sister doing?It’s been years since I saw her.Iprobably wouldn’t even recognize her now.”
He chuckled, a deep sound that reminded her of the nightbefore.“Well, since she was only eight the last time you were around, I woulddefinitely say no.When we moved back to Australia, she got into dance.Whichis funny since we lived in London for so long and yet she didn’t start dancinguntil she was in a tiny town out in the bush.Miss Addie’s Dance Studio.Shewas one of five girls.She was with Miss Addie for years.”
This was much easier.She remembered Elodie as a sweet kidshe used to hang out with when they visited.“Mom told me she’s probably goingto be with a dance troupe.Is it ballet?”
“Mostly, though she does a lot of modern dance.Pretty muchany kind.It’s been her obsession since she was a kid.I always wonder what itwould feel like to know what you’re supposed to do,” Nate said.
She knew the feeling.“I grew up around a guy who knew hewanted to be a surgeon from the age of seven when he went with Mom to visityour mom’s clinic.He came back and all he could talk about was how amazingAunt Steph is.And she is.I’m pretty sure my da kept waiting for him to getbored with it, but Aidan never did.He had a path in life from a super-youngage, and he’s followed it.Tris leaving is the only thing that’s ever gonesideways for my brother.”
“Then why does Liam talk like Aidan doesn’t have a brain inhis head and you’re some kind of saint?”Nate asked.
Daisy let her head fall back against the seat.“I don’tknow.It’s not like I lie to him.I sometimes think it’s because he feels badabout how I turned out.”She knew her da loved her, but she wondered if hewanted to know her.The Daisy she truly was.“I’ve been told I can be ahandful.I don’t try to be.It’s hard to compete with a golden boy.I mean in aregular family the wholeI’m going to share my wife with another dudething would have helped me out.But no, I had to be born into a kink-friendlyfamily.I know they worry about me.A lot.”
“Well, if half the stories I’ve heard are true, I can’tblame them for worrying.”He turned at the light.“So you’re going to hangaround the office?”
She sat beside him, though there was plenty of space in thebig cab.His truck was definitely Nate sized.“I’m going to be working therefor a while.”
But not forever because she was going to figure out herlife.Hearing Nate tell her he understood why her parents worried made her feelperfectly secure in her decision to not tell him she was Dee.He would behorrified.
