Page 62 of Love On and Off Set

He met my gaze and arched an eyebrow. “I’m not that kind of bodyguard. Although I do have a permit, and Hallstein would issue me one if the situation warranted it.”

“I don’t warrant a gun?”

“There hasn’t been a credible threat against you. This is Canada. We don’t all go around toting firearms.”

He had a point.

We got into the elevator that quickly whisked us to the lobby.

I headed to the check-in desk.

Within five minutes, I had two keycards and directions to my room.

Freddie snagged one and, before I could protest, headed toward the elevator.

I scurried to follow. “Are we in a hurry?”

“The sooner I get you to your room and secure, the sooner I can head home.”

“You’ve got someone waiting? I wasn’t certain why that stung, but it did. What, you thought he waited seven years for you? That he just sat around mooning and awaiting your return? Hell, you didn’t even know where he was. And chances are, he didn’t know where you were either. I’d done a few small parts in significant movies and a significant role in a dud movie, but I certainly wasn’t a household name. I might eventually be…although perhaps not for the right reasons.

We got into the elevator, and it whisked us to my floor. “Well, you might as well take this back down—”

“You can’t handle three suitcases on your own.” He pushed out the opening, still dragging my two wheeled cases. “Let’s go.”

And off he went.

Leaving me to follow in his wake.

Like always.

Still, I did as bade and followed him into the room he’d keyed open.

I stood still as he did a sweep of the room.

“Seriously?”

He pulled the drapes back.

While he checked the bathroom, I moved to the window. “What’s my view of?”

“That’s downtown Vancouver.” He joined me and pointed. “That’s Stanley Park—one of the biggest urban parks in North America.”

“And that bridge?”

“The Lion’s Gate Bridge. You probably came over it. Or maybe not.” He frowned.

“I wasn’t really paying attention. I was following the instructions.”

“Your car has GPS? That’s a relief.”

“My phone has GPS.” I frowned. “Although I admit to just driving up the 5 all the way from LA to the border. That was a nice, easy trip.”

“While you were checking in, I gave security the heads-up about your stuff in your car. Hopefully you’re insured.”

“For the car? Yeah. For my stuff? Probably not. I swear there’s nothing worth stealing.”

He eyed me with that too-knowing look. “What happened, Andreas?”