Page 93 of Missile Strike

God, he looked so handsome. So in control. All she could think about were his hands and mouth on her body. The way he’d made her come. The feeling of him inside her.

Last night already felt like a dream.

Catching sight of her, he winked before letting his gaze wander, her skin tingling everywhere it touched. “Yes, Senator, Bella has been informed of the recent development. She’s right here.”

Ugh.

Not before coffee. She lifted both hands, shaking her head, but it was too late.

Danny grimaced. “Yessir.” With a look of apology, he held out his phone. “Your father wants to speak with you.”

Giving Danny a baleful look, she took the phone. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Isabella, are you okay? You haven’t been returning our calls. Your mother is worried.”

Her shoulders curved inward at the concern in her father’s voice. “I texted you guys. I’ve been busy with gala preparations.”

A mug appeared in front of her. Coffee, prepared exactly as she liked it.

She accepted the offering with a shy smile. “And Danny’s here, keeping me safe.”

“Thank God for that,” her father muttered. “I always liked that boy.”

Boy.

She sucked in her lips to contain a nervous giggle. If her father only knew what she and the “boy” had done last night, he’d probably choke on whatever number cup of coffee he was on and…

Assign her a new bodyguard.

Her spine stiffened.

That wasn’t happening.

“We should have had you step back after the incident in Greece, but I thought this would be an opportunity for you to…” Her father, normally never at a loss for words, trailed off.

“Come out of my shell?” She huffed. “Step into the limelight? I agreed to help you put on this gala to kick off your re-election campaign, but I’m perfectly happy living my life out of the spotlight. It doesn’t make me broken.”

Her family had spent eighteen years trying to protect her.

Greece had only made it worse.

Her doorbell rang, saving her from having the same argument they’d had hundreds of times. “Look, Dad, I have to go. Danny’s colleagues are here.” She hung up after promising to call her mother later.

“You’re not broken.” Danny stepped into her, a warm wall of solid muscle at her back, his arm sliding around her waist.

Her heart warmed at the thread of anger in his tone. “I know, I just get tired of him treating me like I’m still twelve. Go answer the door.”

The tip of his nose traced a path behind her ear and down her neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “They can wait.”

The door rattled beneath a heavy fist.

A low growl vibrated through Danny’s chest, but he dropped his arm and went to let his teammates in.

She felt the loss of his body heat, and the quiet strength he’d lent her during her conversation with her father.

Caleb and Tavari stepped into the living room. Danny returned to Isabella’s side. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Listen to Tavari.”

When she nodded, he leaned in as if to kiss her, then stopped short. His expression tightened. He brushed a finger along her cheek instead, before turning to Caleb. “Let’s take my car. Consuela needs to stretch her legs.”