Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I glowered at him. “Don’t say it like that.”
“What? Like the truth?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. No man has ever complained about a gorgeous woman wanting to use his body for pleasure.” His grin softened to a tender smile as he looked down at his wife. “Unless he’s in love with her, of course.”
Roe’s lips twitched as she shook her head at his flirtation. A strange mix of delight and longing scored through me at the way Brodan gazed at Monroe. One day, I wanted a man to look at me like that.
For now, I’d take multiple orgasms with Walker Ironside. “So, put it out there, huh? You really think that will work?” If anyone would know, it would be Walker’s best friend, right?
Brodan looked back at me. “Oh, aye. It’ll definitely work.”
Sixteen
WALKER
I was agitated.
Taking a day off from guarding Sloane, it agitated me.
There had been times in the past with Brodan that I’d double- and triple-checked that the bodyguards replacing me temporarily on my days and holidays off were the absolute best. But it had never disgruntled me to let someone take over protecting him.
I drove back toward my bungalow after visiting Bro, Monroe, and Lennox. I had seen little of them these past few weeks as I guarded Sloane and upped their protection.
As for Sloane, she seemed fairly relaxed after telling me her story. I’d kept my finger on the pulse of her mood, and she was dealing with the stress well. Apparently, she was used to it at this point. She’d dealt with a lot in the past, but she was a fighter. I admired her even more now after hearing it.
And I’d love some time alone in a room with her ex, Nathan Andros, to teach him a fucking lesson. Hoffman too. Lachlan was making headway with Hoffman. It looked like there were several victims willing to band together to take him down, with Lachlan’s help. Lachlan had done something similar in the past to another actor, and he was still rotting in prison for his crimes. It assured me knowing my boss would take care of Hoffman.
That left me to deal with Andros. I’d had my contacts run a check on Andros’s passport, and the prick didn’t have one. We’d also hired a PI in LA to follow him, but in the two weeks since, the PI hadn’t been able to obtain security images of Nathan. That made me uneasy because it probably meant he wasn’t in LA, but there was no history of him leaving the state, let alone the country.
Exceptional falsified passports cost upward of $15,000, and Andros didn’t have that kind of money in his accounts. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a stash of cash somewhere. The question was whether he’d be willing to drop that kind of money to get revenge against Sloane. Usually I’d order a lock on his mobile phone so we could locate him through that, but Andros must use burners because of the nature of his job.
We were blind, and I didn’t like it. It meant keeping men on Sloane and Callie indefinitely until we could locate the fucker.
And I was agitated when that man wasn’t me.
That was a warning. Proof that I should definitely take a day off from guarding Sloane.
Jamie, a guard at the estate, was on Sloane and Callie duty today. Sloane and I needed some distance.
She’d started touching me casually again in that way a woman did when they’re interested. I couldn’t react to it without leading her on. And ignoring it was a test of my bloody willpower.
Here I was, my day off, and I was still thinking about the woman.
I needed to go home, crack open a beer, and stick on an NFL game. I was behind on the season. Watch that. Relax. Not think about the sexy, too-young-for-me, single mum who was off-limits.
There you go, thinking about her again, you fuck, I growled under my breath as I swung my SUV onto my street. The black Range Rover sitting outside my bungalow alerted me.
That was one of the estate fleet.
I drove past it and up onto my drive and as I jumped out of my own Rover, Sloane got out of the passenger side of the other. Jamie was in the driver’s seat.
Tensing, I watched as she strolled toward me in a summer dress, cardigan, and ankle boots. She wore that glamorous smile that did things to me. There was a Tupperware box in her hands. And the dress was low cut, I noted as she neared me.
What the hell was she doing here?
“Everything okay?” I bit out more abruptly than I meant.
Sloane blinked, startled at my bark. “Uh, yeah. You okay?”
I gave her a lift of my chin.
She grinned at that for some reason and moved toward me until only the Tupperware was between us. Her perfume carried toward me on the cool breeze. My fist tightened around my car keys, the metal biting into my palm.