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After receiving a violent threat on the heels of her father’s
disappearance from the town of Arrowhead Bay, Devon Cole fears for her
life—until Vigilance, a local private security agency, steps in to shield her
from danger.
Although she isn’t usually quick to surrender her freedom, she has
no problem stripping her defenses for her new sexy bodyguard....
Tortured by the painful memory of lost love, Logan Malik is
determined not to risk his heart again. So when he’s tasked with watching over
Devon day and night, he’s focused on doing his job. Day is no problem, but as
tensions rise at night, nothing can protect them from giving in to unbridled
passion....
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She didn’t know all that much about
it, but she was pretty sure most bodyguards didn’t become intimate with their
protectees. There was something deep here. She’d never believed all those
stories about people meeting and their chemistry was hot enough to light up the
sky. Not until Logan walked into her life. So now what? What did he expect?
What did this mean to him?
Drive
yourself crazy much, Devyn?
“Devyn?” Logan’s voice cut into her
reverie. “You okay there?”
She looked up, afraid she was blushing.
From the look in his eyes she was sure he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Crap!
She gave herself a mental shake.
“More than.”
She picked up her tablet that she’d
brought into the kitchen with her, thinking to distract herself. She wanted to
check her email while they ate but first she wanted a look at The Bay Bulletin, Arrowhead Bay’s daily
online newspaper. Every Wednesday a print edition came out for those still
addicted to paper, but for a newspaper on a shoestring budget this worked very
well. She looked at the front page and groaned.
“Damn. I could have figured this.”
Logan put down his mug. “What’s the
problem?”
“I’m front page news in Arrowhead
Bay.” She handed the tablet over to him. “I guess I’m a local celebrity.”
“Local woman accosted on highway,” he read. “You could have figured
that. Not much else going on around here.”
“No kidding. Marybeth Hughes who
runs the paper scrapes up every last detail of anything she gets a smell of.
And this is big time for her. I’ll bet she was a big gossip in school.”
When Logan finished reading he
looked over at her. ““They’ve got a big article on your dad’s disappearance and
the boat fire, too. One good thing, though. This might make people more alert
as far as strangers around here are concerned.”
Devyn lifted an eyebrow. “You’re
kidding, right? This is the start of snowbird season. Strangers will be
swarming everywhere, all the time.”
“One good thing.” He tapped his
finger on the screen. “There’s a description of our two friends from the
highway based on what you told Sheri. If the jerks happen to see that, maybe
they’ll change their minds about hanging around. They won’t want to chance being
recognized.”
Logan finished his coffee and handed
the tablet back to her. “Enough. Put this away until later. I think we should
head down to the marina. I want to see what’s going on today and look around.
And I also think we should check out Lady
Hannah. We couldn’t take a look at her yesterday, as crazy as things were.
I’ll call Avery on the way and she if our agent she planted there picked
anything up.”
“Okay.” She swallowed. “I’m almost
afraid to see what we find out.”
“Whatever it is,” he pointed out,
“it’s better than not knowing anything.”
“Okay. You’re right.”
“Listen.” He leaned forward. “I don’t want you to—”
“Stop.” She said the word louder
than she intended. She didn’t want to hear his apology or his explanation of
the rules regarding bodyguards, if that was what he was getting ready to say.
So she’d misread him. Big surprise. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say a word.
We can just forget the whole thing, okay?”
She popped the last bite of toast
into her mouth, concentrating on it as if it was the most important thing in
her life. She waited for him to say something. Anything. But he just sat there,
silent, drinking his coffee, watching her. Finally he set his mug down.
“No. We’re not forgetting
anything.” His mysterious eyes studied her. “First, I need you to know that I
never do this. Ever. I have a code where clients are concerned.” He delivered
the words with a hard edge.
Devyn didn’t think that was news.
She was pretty damn sure Logan Malik didn’t make a habit of this, yet here they
were. She wanted to think this was special, that he hadn’t just felt sorry for
her because of her unfortunate circumstances. That look in his eyes, the way he
touched her…
No, she could be practical about it
and let him off the hook, if that was what he wanted. She just wished…
“Of course. I understand.” She wet
her lips. “So it’s forgotten. Okay?” She’d figure out how to make herself
forget it.
“You’re misreading me, Devyn. I
don’t want to forget it.” He focused on her, his eyes boring into her. “And
correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you do, either. Right?”
Devyn looked across the table at
him. That same pain she’d seen for a fleeting moment was back in his eyes, but
there was something else with it, too. Something she couldn’t define.
“No.” She said the word in a quiet
voice.
“So please don’t jump to
conclusions.” And there was that look again, pain blunted by intense desire and
hunger. “I want—” He stopped. “I think—” Another pause. “Later we’re going to
have some wine and talk.”
“You don’t have to make excuses to
me,” she insisted. “It’s alright.”
“No, it isn’t, and no excuses. When
I say we’re going to talk, I mean it. And then we’ll see where this takes us.
There are things I need to tell you.” He blew out a breath. “But later. Just
understand there’s no forgetting. At all.”
“Alright.”
She’d hold on tight to that until
they had a chance to talk. She’d never been hit so emotionally by something
before and she wanted to know that this was more than a roll in the hay for
Logan. That he broke his own personal code because he felt something very
special for her.
When she looked across at him his
eyes were like twin lasers boring into hers, heat and hunger and something else
flashing in them. Then, as if a broom had swept over his face, that same
implacable expression swirled into place. His game face. He took a swallow of
coffee and set his mug down.
“Let’s get going.”
She carried[JB1]
her plate and mug to the sink, stuck her dishes and Logan’s in the dishwasher
and dusted her hands together. When she turned she found herself body to body
with him.
“Um, excuse me?”
She looked up at him. Bad move. The
look he gave her felt as if it went clear through her. Their gazes locked for a
long moment. There it was again, that mixture of pain and desire.
“Never mind. Let’s go.”
“Let me get my purse and the keys.”
Logan was waiting for her in the
foyer. “All set?” She nodded. “Let’s go.”
He checked everything on the new alarm
system, punched in the code and guided her toward the garage with his arm
lightly at her waist. As soon as she had climbed into his truck and the garage
door behind them rolled up, her entire body tensed.
What if someone was out there
waiting to shoot at them again? What if the black SUV was out on the road? What
if—”
Oh,
for god’s sake.
But she’d been attacked on the road[JB2] [JR3] ,
she and Logan had been shot at and someone had blown up Princess Devyn. This is stupid, she told herself. They had a state
of the art security system in the house, and the bodyguard of her dreams beside
her. What could happen?
Logan backed out of the garage, pressed
the remote to close the garage door and headed down the driveway. He paused at
the foot of the driveway and she watched him scan the area.
He glanced over at her and covered
her hands with one of his, giving her a gentle squeeze with his fingers.
“We’re good, Devyn. Nothing
remotely visible out here. This is just force of habit for me. The one time I
don’t do it will turn into a disaster. Okay?”
“Okay.” She blew out a breath. “I
want you to know I am not some Silly
Millie given to fainting spells and all that. I don’t know what Avery or Sheri
has told you about me, but I handle my life pretty well. I even own my own
business.” She smacked her head. “But of course you know that. Avery probably
sent you a file on me that even includes my birthmarks.”
He glanced over at her, the corner
of his mouth quirked in a tiny smile. “Birth marks? I’m not sure I noticed
any.”
The same heat she’d felt earlier
surged in her cheeks.
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