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“You’re together?”
“Friends. Hallie knows what she wants and how to ask for it. How to get it. I was fun, and that was it. She manages to play, even though she’s basically trapped in that house. There was an accident a few years back. So now she goes on Chronos jobs, and she dances seriously. Otherwise, ivory tower.”
“What about school?”
“Online. College classes. She finished high school at sixteen. She’s a genius.” Poe grinned. “All I can say is good luck.”
A sneaky, sexy genius with a target on her back.
I’d need all the luck I could get.
Chapter 5
Hallie, One Week Later
“I told you, Dad. I don’t need a bodyguard.”
“As I’ve explained several thousand times, you are a minor. You live under my roof. You need what I say you need.”
“He’s creepy.”
“How?”
“He looks at me.”
“He’s your bodyguard, Hallie. What’s he supposed to look at? He’s staying. I’m your father. What I say goes, and I’m done having this conversation.”
I stepped out of Dad’s office, slammed the door behind me, and turned my anger on the unreasonably hot yet still annoying bodyguard. “You”—I pointed a finger in his face—“are a complete pain in my ass.”
He blinked and looked terrified, which was comforting, considering I was the one he was supposed to be protecting.
“Stay at least ten feet away. And stop looking at me.”
I went through bodyguards the way insolent children went through nannies. It wasn’t that I hated them personally; it was just that I didn’t have anything else to do. It usually took me under a week to sneak out, lose their tail, and get them fired. This one chapped my ass more aggressively than most, because he was inside my house. Outside my room. Constantly around. Always watching. I expected today to be his last.
He followed me through the courtyard into the kitchen after my morning dance class, on my heels like a puppy at dinnertime, sealing his fate. I showered and went down to the kitchen in my robe. My shortest robe. Once I finished my yogurt, I scraped the bottom of the container for the last bite. He watched me walk to the trash can, step on the pedal, and dispose of the plastic.
“Oh.” I tapped the silver spoon against my bottom lip. “Should I recycle?”
The only response was the controlled stare I’d learned to expect.
“Okay, then.” I dropped my utensil in the sink and left the kitchen.
He was, of course, right behind me.
“Do you sleep?” I cast a glance over my shoulder. Pain in the ass or not, he was pretty to look at, with short black hair and a broad face. Gray green eyes with smile lines around them, though he couldn’t have been over twenty. Maybe not shredded, but strong. His body had presence. “I only ask because you’ve been here constantly. For three days. Don’t you ever need to eat? How about pee?”
His lips twitched and I thought I’d won a smile, but he cut it off before it could bloom. I made sure to put a little swing in my step when I turned around to go upstairs.
He sighed and followed.
At the top, I spun around and caught him off guard. He grabbed at the curved banister to keep his balance. “Tell me something,” I said. “Anything. I’ll even settle for your name.”
Stoic stance. No facial expression.
“Is my father paying you a crap ton of money not to talk or what?”
Now he focused on something behind me instead of me and leaned forward like he was ready to take another step.
