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I think of a couple ways I could make that dirty, then remember my promise to be professional. I take another route instead.
“I guess bodies are my business, too. Protecting them," I jut my chin toward her. “Or making more of them.”
She rolls her eyes and guffaws.
“Oh my GOD…that was the most testosterone-dripping alpha male crack I’ve ever heard.”
“Hear a lot of testosterone-dripping cracks, do you?”
She slaps me in the arm. I’m laughing, my heart lighter than it’s been in a long time. Emory has a way of making me feel downright sunny.
“You’re the worst, Cole Drake. Just the worst. How did I get so unlucky to have you as my bodyguard?”
“Bad karma, I’m guessing. Shouldn’t have drowned those puppies in another life.”
The jibe makes her laugh, but it was one I pulled from memory. Something Jake used to say. The same man I failed to save.
I can’t fail again. I just can’t.
“What’s wrong, Cole? You have indigestion?”
I force a smile I don’t feel onto my face.
“Something like that.”
When we get back to her place, I circle the block a couple of times to be sure it’s safe. Emory doesn’t complain this time. She stays oddly silent, even when we pull into the driveway and then the garage.
“So, I think I saw a guest room earlier?” I ask.
“Yeah, just down the hall from my bedroom.”
“You might not like this, but we’re going to have to switch rooms. You sleep in the guest room, I’ll sleep in your room.”
She gives me a look. “Why?”
“Because Lovejoy will think to look for you in the master bedroom. It might give you a few minutes warning if he tries to kill me first.”
“Oh.”
Realization dawns in her eyes.
“Well, I want to sleep in my own bed, though. It cost me a lot of money and it’s set just the way I want it.”
“I’ll move your bed into the guest room and help you set it up.”
“Ok. But you’d better not go sniffing around my panty drawer.”
“I’m more into socks.”
It takes her a few seconds to realize I’m kidding.
“The worst, Cole. You are the worst!”
She hip checks me, a pretty solid hit. Her athleticism is impressive. Of course, my mind immediately goes to a very dirty place. I have to stop doing that. A little bit of flirting is one thing. Mutual attraction is another.
Fucking up my first solo assignment with Platinum Security because I’m screwing the client is something else entirely, however.
Her bed turns out to be one of those fancy types that adjust based on a numeric system. It also turns out to be incredibly heavy. Naturally, getting through the hallway and into the narrower guest room is a challenge.
