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“Thanks for your help.”
Brynnon leaned back against the kitchen counter and took a drink from her water bottle.
Grant gave her a single nod. “No problem.”
Lordy.The man’s voice was every bit as sexy as she remembered. Maybe more so. Too bad he was so damn bossy.
Admit it. Even that turns you on.
Brynnon shook the ridiculous thoughts away. After all, they’d only met once...months ago. Which made her reaction to the infuriating man that much more confusing.
He’d been working extra security at one of her father’s benefit balls, and for reasons beyond her understanding, her dad had insisted they be introduced.
She and Grant had shaken hands and shared polite introductions. That was it. The entire interaction lasting a couple minutes, at best.
For some reason, however, Brynnon hadn’t been able to get the tall, dark, and broody security expert out of her mind.
Never before had a single handshake consumed her thoughts like the one with this man. Yet here she was, three months later, and she still found herself thinking about the way he’d looked at her that night.
“Here.”
Grant handed her back the wrench. Their fingers touched again, making her pulse skyrocket. Brynnon’s gaze rose to meet his and suddenly, it was as if everything around them had vanished, leaving them inside a bubble.
A very large, very sexually charged bubble.
“We need to go over how this is going to work.” He stared down at her. “I’ll need the names of contractors you use, as well as anyone who works with you on a regular basis. You also need to put together a detailed schedule for the next couple of weeks.”
Aaaaand....there it went. Like a giant needle, his words punctured the bubble she’d been enjoying more than she should, deflating it in an instant.
Much to her dismay, Brynnon had spent many a night since fantasizing about the expressionless man. Apparently, she’d over-romanticized him. By a whole hell of a lot.
This man was here because he was being paid to do a job. Not because he wanted to be.
God, I need to get a life.
“Why do you need all that if my dad was the one who received the threats?”
“Precaution. Someone wants to get to him, they could use you to do it.”
Brynnon set the wrench back into her tool bag by her feet. “I don’t mean to sound insensitive or like I don’t care, but you realize this is probably nothing, right?”
“I do.” He tipped his head.
“Oh.” His answer surprised her. “Well, good. Because most threats politicians receive are nothing to worry about. Just a bunch of keyboard warriors who don’t like this law or that. They send my dad and other members of Congress threats thinking they’ll get it changed. Honestly, it’s scary how ridiculous some people are these days.”
“Agreed. However, on the off chance there is some validity to these threats, I still need to do the job I’ve been hired to do to the best of my ability. That means you do what I say when I say. No arguments.”
Brynnon watched as he walked to the kitchen door leading to the back yard and flipped the deadbolt before turning back to her.
“Starting with keeping all your doors locked while you’re in the house.”
Excuse me?Brynnon’s jaw nearly dropped from his arrogance. He might appear to be a sexy, scruff-covered god of a man, but she was beginning to think he was nothing more than a condescending ass.
Brynnon crossed her arms and put on the sweetest smile she could muster. “Well, that’s going to be kind of hard to do during tomorrow’s open house. The name kind of implies the doors will be, you know...open.”
His rolled lips and deep breath gave away his irritation, bringing her a sense of childish satisfaction.
