With a quick intake of air, she glanced down at where their hands met.
“Right. Sorry.”
Brynnon jerked her hand away and stepped back giving the large man plenty of room to get by.
“You can come inside but stay by the door until I’m finished.”
Not waiting for her to respond, Grant removed a gun from his back waistband—one she hadn’t even realized he’d been carrying—and began to swiftly and efficiently check each room in her condo.
She’d never understood how some women could get turned on by a man with a gun...until now.
Brynnon watched as he held his weapon out with ease, as though it were a natural extension of his body. Flexing right along with his taut, sinewy forearm, that damn tattoo peeking out from beneath his sleeve continued to tease her.
When he finally went upstairs to check the bedroom and her office, she took a few seconds to get her head on straight. She needed to get a grip on her neglected hormones now, before she did something stupid like ask him to take off his shirt.
He could barely stand being around her as it was. Something like that would surely send him running for the hills.
Maybe if I did ask to see the rest of his tattoo, he’d leave and never come back.
Disappointment from the thought of never seeing him again was immediate. And ridiculous.
Brynnon didn’t want him here, and he didn’t want to be here. So why the hell would she care if he left?
“I don’t,” she whispered to herself.
“What?”
Brynnon’s head swung up to see Grant walking toward her from the base of the stairs.
“What?” Her mind worked like crazy to figure out which part she’d actually verbalized.
“Thought you said something.”
“Oh,” she chuckled nervously, willing her pulse back to normal. “No. I mean, I did, but I was just talking to myself.”Yeah, because that sounds perfectly normal.
“The place is clear. I’m going to check outside. Don’t open the door for anyone other than me.”
“Yes, sir,” Brynnon gave him a flimsy salute, then cringed inwardly.
Again, the man was only doing his job. A job he probably wished he’d never agreed to. So why was she acting like such a bitch?
Because you like him.
No. That couldn’t be right.
Sure, when she’d first laid eyes on him at her father’s party, she’d thought he was incredibly sexy. And okay, so maybe she’d thought about that night way more than she should have these past few months.
But she could see now they were totally incompatible. Brynnon didn’t know how they could manage to be friends, let alone lovers.
A rush of cold air tore her away from her thoughts as he let himself back inside.
“Perimeter’s clear as well.” He returned the gun to his waistband.
“Okay.”
“Give me your phone.”
The blunt order took her off guard. “Why?”
