She giggles and joins Roman in Lachlan’s abandoned shade.‘I won’t.’
Jules is in the kitchen making himself a drink while two members of resort staff offer repeatedly to do it for him.‘I promise it’s fine,’ Jules insists, friendly and polite, while using a blender to crush ice.
‘Sir, we’ll make you whatever you—’
‘He said he’s fine,’ Lachlan tells them.‘Give us a minute.’
‘Of course, sir.’
Jules is visibly surprised.‘You never speak to staff like that.’
‘Are you all right?’
‘Yeah, I’m fine.’
‘You seemed…’
‘I seemed what, Bodyguard?’Jules asks, indulgent and patient.Being here agrees with him.The ocean air brings out the best in him, Lachlan thinks.‘He was reminding me to spend time with Savannah at the beach party tonight.’
Lachlan doesn’t like that at all.
‘Did he give you a specific agenda?’
Jules glances around to make sure they’re alone.‘Just photographs and spending time.It’s her actual birthday tomorrow so this party is just the warmup.’
‘Heard.’
‘Heard?Bodyguard, you need to unwind.’
Lachlan rolls his eyes.‘The fuck isunwinding?’
Jules pours blended ice into a glass, drizzles lime and alcohol over it.
‘Let me give you a massage.’
‘No.’
‘Have you ever had one?’
‘No.’
‘Are you open to a new experience?’
‘No.’
‘Are you stuck on a loop?’
‘Very funny.’
‘OK well I’m gonna take a nap, so you’d better come stand outside my room and keep me safe, hmm?’he sighs loftily, taking his drink with him and heading up the floating staircase(idiotic design).Lachlan follows, of course.
He’s Jules Penhalyx’s shadow.
Full shadow capacity.
It’s quite literally his job.
It’s definitely his job to go inside, scope around, sternly check that those balcony doors are locked tight.It’s his job to do that.
