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“So, yes?”
She stood, shaking her head. “No, you impatient man. Not yet.”
She walked down the hall, muttering under her breath, but I grinned.
Not yet.
It was as good as a yes.
I wondered if I could convince Sofia to marry me before Damien and Raven. We could travel to the island as husband and wife.
It seemed doable.
* * *
The next morning, I got ready for the day.
As much as I hated to leave her, I had businesses that needed me, and I knew Sofia needed some downtime and space from me. She was a thinker. She would take the events of the past days and mull them over. Dissect them and overthink. It was the way she processed things. I had to let her do her thing so she could settle into our relationship. I could only pray she didn’t decide to stop it. I kissed her long and deep enough before leaving, to tip the scales. That, plus the fact that I dressed to head into Elite, wearing a suit. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. I knew the businessman aspect helped soothe her nerves. It cemented the fact in her head that my HJ days were behind me and what I did now posed no threats.
At Elite, I sat with Leo, and we met with two prospective clients. Both were celebrities who would be in town for filming and would require round-the-clock protection. We agreed to the right person, the contracts, and the length of term. After they left, Leo sat back with a grin.
“The docket is damn full. We may need to hire a couple more people.”
“Awesome. Damien set off the trajectory well.”
“You help.”
“Sorry?”
“You look like a hit man. Talk like a gentleman. Act like a gun for hire. You’re the whole package. Clients love you.” He grinned. “You’re the most requested bodyguard we have. I’ve added a premium rate for your services.” He winked drolly. “And the word ‘unavailable’ drives up the price fast. I have one client willing to pay a small fortune for you for a private function.”
He handed me a folder, and I glanced at it, my eyebrows shooting up at the quote.
“They aren’t serious.”
“They are. It’s Malcolm Weston’s daughter’s birthday. She wants a movie night with her friends, he wants her protected. He’s high-profile enough to warrant it.”
“And rich enough to afford it,” I finished. “But I can’t look after an entire group of girls.” I rubbed my forehead, thinking of the drama a group of teenagers could cause.
“No, you and three others. But you, specifically, watching the daughter.”
“When is it?”
“Soon. It’s a Friday night.”
“Fine. Get all the particulars.”
“Awesome.”
I shook his hand and left, heading for the gallery that displayed my paintings. I was pleased when I got there to find two had been sold. Carmen, the owner, smiled widely. “They loved them, Egan. Now, I will have two blank spots. Perhaps you have something I can fill them with?”
I laughed. “Soon. I have one done, and the second is almost finished. They’re a duo.”
“Oh, those sell so well. What is the subject?”
“A place I like to go and unwind. It’s a spring and fall view.”
“Perfect. How soon?”
