Facing away from him again, she rested her head on her pillow and tried one last time to give him an out.
“Seriously, Grant. this is above and beyond your required duties, and you’re under no obligation to—”
“Does this bother you?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Not at all. Actually, it’s nice. I feel...safe.”
He gave her a little squeeze. “Then I’m right where I want to be.”
His protective embrace helped ease her anxiety about today’s close call. However, there was something else still rolling through her mind.
“Grant?”
“Yeah?”
“I think Jessica was telling the truth.”
“About?”
“I don’t think she meant to kill me today, but...” She shifted onto her back and looked over at him. “What if she was lying? What if she tries something like that again?”
The moonlight reflected off his eyes as his thumb brushed lazily against her side. “If she does, my team will stop her.”
She nodded, her hair making a swishing sound as it brushed against her pillow. “I know you will.”
Brynnon turned back onto her side and settled herself against him. With her arm resting on his, she waited a beat before whispering his name.
“Grant?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He gave her a little squeeze and whispered back, “You’re welcome.”
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