I will forever owe you a debt of gratitude.
We need to talk about last night, and I’m not ready for that either.
Or possibly I’m reading entirely too much into that look.
Probably am, considering all she says is a quiet, “Thank you.”
She looks down, seems to realize she’s just in a T-shirt, and then looks wide-eyed at Cash and Aspen. “Mother trucker,” she mutters. And then she disappears into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her.
I listen, and—yep.
“Way to be naked in front of everyone, Sloane,” she mutters to herself.
There it is.
“Coffee’s ready,” Giselle calls to her. “Rivers. Go get the bag out of my car, and do not touch anything else, or you’ll lose a finger.”
“She’s more dangerous than the bears,” Aspen whispers.
“I’m really pissed Levi has the better protection agents,” Cash mutters back.
“Aspen, get out too.” Giselle turns her don’t-try-me look on me. “Remington. Go pretend you’re tent camping outside and let the woman have some privacy.”
I hold her gaze while I step around her to shuffle through my cabinets, looking for a few things.
“I’ll be outside making breakfast, Sloane,” I call through the door.
“Thank you,” she calls back.
I almost addYell if Giselle makes you uncomfortablebecause Icantake her out if I need to, but I won’t need to.
She’s good.
She’ll make sure Sloane stays safe as long as necessary.
And while she’s watching Sloane, I’ll be out in the world looking for the reason Sloane feels unsafe.
And I’ll take care of it.
For good.
18
Sloane
The weirdest partof having a bodyguard is how much I appreciate it.
And how much I’m disappointed that Davis isn’t my bodyguard.
Which I need to not be disappointed about.
I fell asleep on him.
I fell asleep on him.
I didn’t even bother offering to help him take care of his hard-on. Just fell asleep. After he ate me out.
We probably need to talk about that.
