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I frown.

I don’t like the way she circles back to that term.

Fake dating.

I concede it’s somewhat forced by circumstance, but there is nothing fake about our chemistry. Our kisses. The hard-ons she gives me, that I’m pretty sure I’ve managed to keep hidden so far, but at some point she’ll discover for herself.

Cash

I promise you that every second I spend with you is voluntary and a better use of my time than literally anything else I could be doing

She doesn’t reply. It’s a disappointing end to a conversation. Maybe I’ve said too much, pushed too hard. Fuck. I force myself to put my phone down and go do a thorough workout instead of jerking off and thinking about my favourite librarian.

Chapter Twelve

Haven

Cash

Good morning, let me know when you’re ready to go to work and I’ll walk you there

Haven

I don’t need a bodyguard!

Cash

this is protective boyfriend, it’s a completely different thing

Haven

if it walks like a duck…

Cash

Bodyguards don’t kiss their protectees

Haven

You haven’t read enough bodyguard romances

Cash

Pick one out for me today and I will

He appears on my doorstep twenty minutes later. “You look pretty today.”

I blush. “Thank you.”

“I like all your pretty dresses. I like you in jeans and a t-shirt, too. But you dress up real nice.”

“Would one of these dresses be appropriate for the wedding, do you think?”

“They sure would. I’ll be wearing my finest blue jeans and a cowboy hat, though.”

“Nothing else?” It slips out before I can stop myself.

His eyebrows jack up and he grins. “You’d like that, huh?”