Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Emma snorts, letting me know that's absolutely not the case. Unless I miss my guess, they probably run circles around her. It's obvious that she adores them. It's equally as obvious that old age hasn't slowed them down any at all. She's got her hands full between the two of them and her job.
Shit. No wonder she's busy all the time. Poor lamb is probably exhausted.
"He's going to be here for a while, Gran," Emma says.
"Is he? Why?"
Emma looks at me, clearly at a loss how to explain my presence. I consider forcing the dating story, but decide to cut Emma a little slack. At least for the moment.
"I'm Emma's bodyguard."
"Her bodyguard?" Gran's brows climb toward her hairline. "Is that what you kids are calling it nowadays?"
"Gran!"
"Well, I'm just asking."
I fight a smile.
"I told you that he owns a private security firm with his brothers."
"Brothers? Do they look like him?"
"No. My brothers are hideous trolls," I lie without shame. Just in case they decide they don't like me and want to get one of them over here instead. "Mean, too."
Bets grins like she knows exactly what I'm doing, but she doesn't call me on my bullshit. She's an old lady after my heart.
"So you need a bodyguard now? I swear, you kids start hanging around someone famous, and suddenly, the whole world knows who you are. Doesn't anyone have any privacy anymore?" Gran complains. "Bets, remember that summer you spent on Teddy Wilkins's tour bus? No one bothered you."
"I'm not hanging around the Predators, Gran. Gray is our newest client." She turns wide eyes on Bets. "And why didn't I know you spent a summer touring with Teddy Wilkins?"
I don't know much about music, but everyone in Nashville knows Teddy Wilkins. The man was a legend and more rock n' roll than anyone in country music during his heyday. If Bets was on tour with the man, I'm guessing she's seen some things.
"You aren't old enough to hear that particular story, dear." Bets pats her hair, refusing to meet her niece's gaze.
"I'm twenty-three!"
"Yes, that's not nearly old enough," Gran says. "Ask her again in ten years."
Jesus. Emma wasn't kidding when she said they're feral. Watching them is like watching a ping pong match, only no one knows the rules, the score, or where the damn ball went.
"So what does being her bodyguard entail, sweet boy?" Gran asks me, changing the subject before Emma can object to being classified as too young to hear her aunt's exploits. Though, frankly, I think I may be too young to hear them.
"Routine shi…stuff," I amend quickly, trying to mind my manners. Ma would kick my ass for cursing in front of these two. "I'll be moving in while I update security around here and keep an eye on things."
"Moving in?" Emma wheels around to face me, her eyes wide. "You are not moving in."
"Yeah, I am, baby girl."
"I did not agree to this."
"My rules, my way, remember?" I run my thumb down the side of her cheek. "You agreed when you agreed to that."
"I didn't agree to that! You distracted me until I forgot to argue."
"Oh, I like him," Bets whispers to Gran, linking her arm through her sister's. "He's a smart one."
"Stop siding with the enemy, Bets. You're supposed to be on my team."
"Emmaline, dear girl, if being on your team means this gorgeous man isn't moving in, no one wants to be on your team," Bets says frankly, patting her niece on the head. "But you two keep arguing about it. Lou and I will get dinner started."
Chapter Seven
Zayne
"I am so mad at you," Emma hisses as soon as Gran and Bets exit the room. "You told them you're moving in."
"I am moving in."
"I didn't agree to this."
"You did. You just don't remember doing it," I lie, reaching for her. She tries to evade me by dodging to the left, but I manage to get my hands on her anyway.
She huffs as I haul her into my arms, effectively trapping her up against my body.
"You're sexy as hell when you're pissed, lamb."
"Stop flirting with me, Zayne. I'm trying to be annoyed with you."
"Yeah? How's that working out for you?" I ask, undoing the twist holding her hair up on her head. The thick mass goes tumbling down her back. I immediately plunge my hands into it, my dick pulsing. Fucking hell, even her hair is soft.
"It was easier when I was over there," she mutters, making me chuckle.
"I can move us over there if you think it'll help."
She turns that adorable scowl up at me. And that's about all I can take. I've been trying to get my hands on this woman for a fucking month, driving myself crazy thinking about what I'd do once I had her in my arms. Now she's here, and I'm not wasting another damn second.