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He might have nodded, but she couldn’t see it. When she didn’t say anything, he affirmed out loud.
“Would you like me to get him for you?” he asked.
“No, that’s okay. Thanks.” She debated moving on to Aunt Livia’s room, but her feet moved her down the stairs to the first floor. Desire to see him wouldn’t be suppressed.
Jody stepped out of the shadows into the little bit of moonlight coming through the window. Anxiety tightened the muscles in his face, and she began to worry that something had happened.
“Is Romy—”
“Since you aren’t—” He stopped and ran a hand over the back of his head. What in the world could get the bodyguard all riled up?
“Say what’s on your mind, Jody. You’re driving me nuts worrying.”
His huge shoulders rolled. “I’m sorry, Ms. Sonya. I don’t want you to worry. I’ll always...”
She tensed.
“…uh, I was thinking since…”
She resisted strangling him. All she could think about was getting past Jody and going to talk to Romy. Would he accept what she had to say?
“…like that and…”
“Wait, I’m sorry.” She pulled herself together. “I missed what you just said.
Can you repeat that?”
He looked like she asked him to wiggle his hips and dance like a girl. For Pete’s sake, what was so important for him to say?
He rushed on. “If you’re not seeing Mr. Romy anymore, then maybe you and I could go out.”
She stared. He liked her? When did this happen and why did he have to complicate her life this much? “Not seeing him anymore?”
Embarrassment rolled over her. Of course he was aware she had gone to Romy’s room and they had slept together. He must have also been there when she was arguing with Ezio afterward. The bodyguards stayed in the background, observing everything. But Romy wasn’t home when she had the conversation with Shakarri, admitting to her feelings for Romy. He was with Romy at the time, protecting him.
“I so appreciate your feelings, Jody.”
He winced at her wording. “You don’t feel the same.”
“It’s not that I’m trying to go after Romy for his money.”
“Oh, I know you’re not that kind of woman, or I wouldn’t like you so much.”
Now it was her turn to wince. “Please, Jody, don’t talk like that anymore. As I said, I appreciate your feelings, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“If you give me a chance—”
“No.” She was not the kind of woman who would give a man false hope either. “I’m not interested, and I’d prefer it if you would please keep quiet about how you feel about me from now on.”
Misery colored his expression, and she touched his arm as a way to try to console him. Rejecting men was so awkward, and she hated it. There were no perfect words that would make the other person feel better.
“Romy is—” she began.
“Romy’s what?”
She snatched her hand away from Jody’s arm. Romy stood in an open doorway with light from a lamp behind him. What she could make out of his face, he looked merely curious about what she’d been about to say not suspicious because he wondered why she was touching his bodyguard. Maybe he never saw it.
“I was about to ask him if you were in there and had given orders about not being disturbed.”
