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“Bless you,” he says gratefully. “How’s the new physical therapist?”
“She’s actually pretty amazing. Better than Tyler, for sure.” I snap my attention to him. “But don’t tell Arsen that. I’m still pissed at him for making me switch.”
“But you just admitted that she’s?—”
“Not the point, Gedeon. Arsen can’t make decisions about my life and then expect me to love all of them.”
“But so far, you do love all of them.”
I slap his arm. “Oh, shut up.”
He chuckles as he pulls to a stop in front of the building. “Is there a bathroom in there?”
“I’d never make it through an appointment if there wasn’t. This baby loves to kick my bladder.”
Gedeon follows me inside and slips into the bathroom while I wait for my appointment. When he’s done, he cuts through the lobby, waving to me before he dips out to wait in the car, but the studio door opens and Brynn walks out with a client.
“Make sure you do your homework this week, Mrs. Cabrera,” she warns the older woman, her huge, brown eyes narrowed in playful warning. “I’ll be able to tell if you don’t.”
Gedeon is frozen with the door open, his eyes trained on my physical therapist as she helps Mrs. Cabrera through the door and into the parking lot.
He’s still standing there as she comes back inside and greets me. She doesn’t so much as glance at Gedeon, even though he’s almost drooling. “Hey, Laila.”
I bite back my grin as I tip my head towards my bodyguard. “Brynn, this is Gedeon.”
Her return smile is aimed more at me than him. “What happened to Dominik?”
“He’s busy.”
“He’ll probably be busy for the next few months,” Gedeon interrupts, dropping the door so he can reach for Brynn’s hand. “You’ll be seeing more of me. Since I’ll be bringing Laila for her appointments and all. Nice to meet you.”
Well, this is the first I’m hearing of this plan. I wonder if Dominik knows he’s going to be so busy. I wonder also if Gedeon knows that he’s breathing like a warthog as Brynn takes his hand.
“Yeah… you, too,” she says absent-mindedly. “So, Laila?—”
“Nice tattoo,” he interrupts, gesturing to the mockingbird just above her collarbone.
She cringes. “That’s the result of a bad break-up and a drunken night out. I’m not really a tattoo gal.”
“Right, of course not.” Gedeon tucks his right hand behind his back to cover his full-length tattoo sleeve. “It suits you, though.”
“I hope so. I’m stuck with it now. Anyway?—”
“When did you get it?”
“What?” Brynn’s eyes dart to me like I might be able to muzzle my bodyguard.
“The tattoo. When did you get it?”
“Oh. Uh, a long time ago. I was nineteen and stupid.”
“So it wasn’t a recent bad break-up?”
Understanding dawns all at once, and she shutters her expression. “I’m sorry—I have a client to get to. I don’t have time for?—”
“I don’t mind,” I blurt quickly. “By all means, take your time.”
Brynn throws me a glare. “ButImind. I’m here to work.”
