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Bella’s back went straight as she met the nearly black eyes of the man. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but those eyes didn’t seem to match the rest of him. His buzz cut with deeply tanned skin spoke of the outdoors, but the blond hair generally went with light eyes.
The deepest walnut brown stared her down without a hint of remorse or friendliness.
She lifted her chin. “Do you have answers, or am I going to be tossing questions out into the wind again?”
“Depends on the questions.” His voice was baritone low with the faintest trace of the south.
“Who are you?”
He inclined his head. “Try again.”
Bella’s brows snapped down. “Should I flag down security? I’m sure they’d be interested to know why you’re following me around. Especially when my work deals with priceless books tha—“
“That currently have a value of seventy-thousand-three-hundred and twenty-three dollars?”
Her nails bit into her palm. To the penny. “And you know this why?”
“Because it’s my job to know.”
“And why would it be your job to know?”
“Again, I can’t answer.”
“On whose authority?”
“My boss.”
Bella’s palm throbbed as she consciously unclenched. “And who is your boss?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
“What are you at liberty to say?” She knew her voice was bordering on snide, but she didn’t care. This was ridiculous.
His attention faded as he seemed to be actively listening to someone else. RBF also perked up and the human tank pulled a phone from his blazer pocket.
“Understood.”
No, she didn’t understand. She wanted to yank tank boy down to her level and scream in his face until he answered her. But she had a feeling she’d scream herself hoarse first.
Tank held out the phone, turning the face toward her. The faceless icon and the word “Unknown” flashed across the screen. “For you.”
She took the phone and held it up to her ear. “Who is this? Who hired you?”
“Ms. Grace, I’m sure you have questions.”
“You’re damn right I do. Why do I have two obvious security type people following me around?”
“It was a request from a client.”
“So, now you can hire people to stalk others? That’s rich. Who did this?”
“My name is Marcus Roth, and the two people before you work for my company, Roth Defense.”
What the hell kind of security was that? The over the top set for boys who wished they were in an action movie? She glanced at RBF—or girls for that matter. “That sounds made up.”
“I assure you it’s not. We do a number of different things. Personal security is among the more important functions we can be hired for.”
“Why would I need two…what? Bodyguards?” She turned to Tank, whose blazer slid open to reveal a small logo on his shirt. The familiar R and backwards D nagged at her. She’d seen that before, but where?
