“She’s a scholarship student,” I pointed out. “Maybe we could convince the university to add better housing options to her benefits package…”
Bear’s brow rose. “Actually, that isn’t a half-bad idea. I’ll look into that this week.”
We had plenty of savings. Private security paid well, andmore often than not, our housing and food were included in our contract.
The fancy, state-of-the-art apartment we were living in? That was courtesy of the Chargers. They wanted us to live near the players we were protecting. They were worried that a crazed fangirl would somehow break into the penthouse and attack them.
“Did you have any luck finding an empty unit in her building?” I asked.
“Every apartment has a resident in it,” Bear explained with a shake of his head.
“You would think people wouldn’t be so eager to live in such a shithole,” I grumbled, looking around at the street for any passersby.
“There are some luxury dorms on campus with doormen, security cameras, and a twenty-four-hour maintenance staff,” Bear said. “I would bemuchhappier if she lived in one of those buildings. Maybe we can get her into one.”
A chuckle escaped me. “She would be suspicious if her living situation changedthatmuch. Flora is a smart girl. She’ll smell something off the moment she’s offered one of those fancy places.”
We needed to pick a place that was slightly safer, but not totally out of the realm of possibility.
When we figured out who was following her and ensured the threat was neutralized, we would make it our priority to get her into better housing.
“It feels weird to be tailing people again,” I said, scratching the back of my head.
Bear snorted. “You’re right. Working for the Garnetts has felt like a retirement.”
We had protected foreign diplomats, accompanied pricelessartifacts across the world, and broken into secure buildings. Now we babysat a pack who were gloriously happy and living a painfully normal life, despite their celebrity status.
“Do you ever miss the faster-paced work?” I asked.
“Sometimes… but I think slowing down could be good for us, too,” Bear said, his eyes never leaving Flora.
“Settlingdown?” I asked pointedly. “I’m all for that. Personally, I don’t miss camping out for hours just waiting for a target. Too many days wasted lying on a desert floor.“
A smile spread across Bear’s face. “You know what… if it’s possible, then hell yeah.”
“It’salwaysbeen possible.” I hated that Bear held deeply fucked-up beliefs about his worth because of a few scars.
Bear was the best of us. He deserved to be loved.
Spencer was watching the doorway of the building for a few moments before turning back to the car. His strides lengthened, and he was by us in seconds. The playful swagger he’d had with Flora had disappeared the second she had closed the door and was safely back in her apartment.
“Who wants to take watch tonight?” he asked when he slid into the back seat. Honey and rose clung to him from where he had touched Flora.
Lucky bastard.
I wanted to smell like her again. Her scent tickled a part of my brain that made me so damn happy.
Well, if this was my chance…
“Me!” I said, holding my hand up eagerly while using my free hand to press the ignition button. I wasmorethan happy to babysit the cameras after the show our girl had given us a few nights ago. If I were lucky, maybe I would get an encore.
“You’re a little too excited,” Spencer said, frowning as we pulled away.
“What can I say? I’m a voyeur.” I shrugged.
“Maybe you can camp outside her apartment with binoculars,” Spencer muttered.
“You and I both know that would never work. If there was a good vantage point to see her from down there, Bear would have been sleeping in the car outside her building.”
