Walker gestured to the food. "I would have been sure to guess you haven't eaten all day. You're pale, you're shaky. You need some food."
She shrugged. "You just got to my house, and you're bossing me around." But she picked up the fork and took a bite.
He seemed pleased. He stood and crossed his arms. "I need you to take me through it. I want to know everything since your father died. I want to know things before that. I want to see all the records. I want to see everything."
She hesitated, but the truth was, she'd called his brother, Reed Star, for a reason. She knew she could trust the Star family, and having Walker here... She didn't even have to think twice. She could trust him completely. He was the man who had once proposed to her, the man she'd told no, the man she'd wondered about since the day he'd walked away from her.
Chapter 3
Walker
Walker sat at the table for the next four hours, digging through all of the files she'd given him related to her father or the mysterious deaths. Nothing seemed connected. He grunted, pushed away from the table, and stood up. She had gone to bed two hours ago but told him he could have the room across the hallway. He stumbled toward the bedroom, leaving the door open, and fell into bed.
The best quality his SEAL teammates always praised was his ability to sleep instantly. It wasn't two seconds later when he heard her voice.
"Walker, Walker."
He jolted up in bed, instantly grabbing his gun.
She stood in the doorway, already dressed for the day.
"I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving," she said.
He got out of bed. "Wait a second. It's already morning. Wow. You're going to work today?"
She nodded and fiddled with her earring, a feminine gesture he noted she'd always done. "Yes, I have meetings."
"Tell your meetings they're going to be late. I need to get ready." He hesitated. "Do you have something fitting for me to wear?"
He rushed to the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, and jumped in the shower.
She banged on the door. "Walker, what are you talking about?"
"I'm not letting you out of my sight today," he called out as the water cascaded over him. "I guess I'll have to be your security." He scrubbed quickly, got out, and toweled off.
She banged on the door again. "I don't have anything for you to wear."
"Then I'll put on my dirty clothes, and we'll stop somewhere on the way to the office," he replied.
"Walker, are you serious?" she exclaimed.
He opened the door while pulling his T-shirt on. His pants were already on. "You're my project now. I'm going to be with you until this whole thing's figured out." The bathroom's warm steam escaped into the hallway. "You did tell my brother you felt like your life was in danger, right?"
Her eyes widened, and then she nodded. "Yes. But I have Henry, who has been my father's bodyguard, and Thomas. In fact, he's out there waiting for me right now. I'm running nearly four hours later than normal anyway."
Walker shook his head. "Tell them to go on. You're going to drive yourself today."
She hesitated. He pulled on his jacket and his boots. "What's wrong?"
She shrugged. "Nothing. It's just, if you come with me, people are going to know that I have a bodyguard."
Walker thought about that. "Good point." He moved past her toward the kitchen, ignoring how good she smelled. She looked good too, not that he would let on he thought so. The last timehe'd been around this woman, he had asked her to marry him, which hadn't turned out well—probably for the best.
In the kitchen. He pulled out two plates and opened the refrigerator door, finding some eggs.
"I need five minutes for a little omelet. You want one?" he asked. "I usually don't sleep this late, it's past lunch, but I feel like breakfast."
She looked beside herself. "Walker, are you serious?"
