She goes into a long, complicated explanation of the payment structure, and I mostly tune her out. From what I gather, we’ll be making between two-fifty and four hundred thousand a year in the beginning, depending on business. That’s a lot of money but then Daniil starts talking about the jobs that he’s lined up.
Protecting a European princess full-time while she’s at Stanford with a rotating crew.
A movie star with a stalker who needs full-time protection while filming her next movie.
Traveling with a tech billionaire while he tours Asia this summer with his family. That job will require three people for ten weeks.
Each job is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and these are already lined up.
I glance out the door and see Allora talking on the phone. She’s smiling. Happy. Busy.
This could be our life.
I just have to make the decision to set down roots.
Maybe I already have.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Allora
Answering the phones at Shadow Security reminds me just how desperate I am to find something to do. Something to fill my days until I can go back to my real job. It might be nice to have a reason to get up in the morning and it’s not like anyone can get to me here. Not with all the security they have in place and the number of bodyguards who work here.
But when I mention it to Landon he looks confused.
“Why would you want to do that?” he asks.
“Because I’m bored?” I counter.
“Right but we’d have to come back and forth every day, which risks you being seen.”
“Isn’t that what we did in Denver? And it was fine.”
“This would be daily, which is a lot more dangerous,” he says, the set of his jaw telling me he’s going to be stubborn about it.
“But I have you,” I say gently. “And Rage. And Chaos. You guys will keep me safe.”
He scowls. “Baby, I don’t like the idea of you being in danger.”
“I’m already in danger.”
Our eyes meet and he shakes his head. “The more I think about you being out in public, the more I don’t like it.”
“You also know it might be the only way.” Daniil comes up behind us.
“Dan.” Landon and Daniil exchange a look I can’t decipher but it’s not the easygoing one they usually share.
“Shouldn’t I have a say in this?” I ask gently.
“No!” Landon says firmly.
“Of course,” Daniil says at the same time.
I shake my head in frustration.
“Grim. We have to be practical about this,” Daniil says quietly.
“Her safety isn’t a matter ofpracticality,” Landon growls.
