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“He’s for your protection.”
“I don’t need protection. I’m a cop. I do the protecting.”
“And cops die in the line of duty all the time.”
“Not all the time.”
“And they don’t find explosive devices in their vehicles very often, either. That’s my point.”
“Come on, Wentworth.” She slid off the barstool and paced the room like a caged animal. “Do you expect this guy to get into my squad unit and tag along while I’m on duty? That’s so not going to happen.”
She paused her restless movements and faced him. “Well?”
“My name is Trey,” he said.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I know.”
“You called me Wentworth.”
“Why are we arguing about your name?” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
“We’re not.” He stepped from around the bar and moved toward her.
“Yeah?” She took a step backward. “You could have fooled me.”
“We’re arguing about the fact that I kissed you, and we both liked it.”
CHAPTER TEN
KELLY SUCKED IN a deep breath and looked away. Had her response to his kiss been that obvious?
The second Trey’s lips had touched hers, she’d lit up like a torch. A flash fire of desire had swept through her, a novel experience for her. A man’s touch had never done that to her before.
She’d been mortified by her reaction, knowing the kiss had only been to placate the little dude. No big deal. So why couldn’t her usually reliable brain formulate any words?
Because Trey was too close—close enough to lean down and kiss her again. And she wanted him to.
She raised her gaze and found his dark eyes burning into hers. She blinked. He was angry. But why? Because she’d called him by his last name? Because she didn’t want his damn bodyguard?
She stepped away and managed to squeak out, “It was just one quick kiss.”
He moved back toward the bar, and she relaxed. With distance between them, she could breathe more easily, keep her guard up.
“Do you enjoy insulting me?” he asked.
“What?” So much for keeping up her guard. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”
He retrieved her wineglass and presented it to her. Her pulse skittered into high gear again when their fingers brushed.
“Then please at least call me Trey.”
“Sure. Trey it is.” She returned to her stool at the bar and took a gulp of wine. Why was she so nervous? Men never made her nervous. That’s why she’d worked so hard to become a black belt, so she’d never feel powerless again.
He sat in a stool next to hers and picked up his wine, his gaze sweeping her body intently.
“What?” she demanded, hating that she smoothed her hair like some goofy teenager. But what was he staring at? She fought an impulse to run to her room and hide like she had as a little girl.
What did she want to hide from? Wentworth? She in no way felt physically threatened by him.
What she wanted to run away from was the way she felt when he touched her. She stared at the smooth wooden bar and tried to sort out her thoughts. Okay. She’d obviously lost her mind and for some absurd reason was attracted to Trey Wentworth. How had that happened? He definitely was not her type. Rich playboy? Please. She needed to get over herself pronto.
And she needed to avoid any more good-night kisses.
“Thank you,” he said.
She raised her gaze to his. Were they back to the kiss? “For what?”
He laughed. “Don’t sound so suspicious. I don’t think I’ve properly expressed how grateful I am for you helping my son.”
Kelly released a sigh. This subject was far easier to deal with.
“And please don’t tell me you were just doing your job,” Trey said. “We both know it’s not in your job description to move into my home.”
She nodded. Now, this was more like it. Actual appreciation from the billionaire. “You’re welcome.”
When he took a sip of wine, she did the same. Wearing a mysterious smile, Trey reached behind the bar and retrieved a gold foil wrapped box, the perfect size to hold a bracelet, and presented it to her.
She glared at the lovely package without touching it. “What’s this?”
