Page 35 of Bodyguard By Night

“Thanks.” I straightened and flipped back my hair.

“Don’t make it all convoluted. Tell her we are working on a surprise for them.” He gathered the towels we’d used. Then sprayed the counter down again after my face-plant.

Evidently, he was a bit of a germaphobe. More interesting.

Then he opened a skinny drawer and tossed the armful inside. I peered over his shoulder. He really was into the whole carbon footprint deal.

Stop being interested.

“I’ll be right back.” He loped up the winding stairs.

I hoped he put on a shirt. He was very distracting.

But now I had to figure out what I was going to tell my sister. Probably texting was best. Less chance for error.

I looked around. I’d thrown my stuff on his chair when I came in. Then I spotted my belongings hung up neatly by the door.

Boy, was he particular.

I pulled out my phone and found a zillion notifications.

“Focus, Wil.” I forced myself not to click on them. Those were the hazards of an online work life..

When I opened my text messages, I found three from my sister.

Rach: Where did you go?

Rach: Hello?

Rach: Could you check in please? What is this box? Can I open it?

I quickly replied back.

Me: No. Hello, wedding is coming. It’s a present.

Lies.It definitely wasn’t a present. Well, not for her. I hadn’t even checked what it was before I hoofed it out of there. Just seeing it was from RID Inc. was enough to send me spinning into a freefall. Which super sucked since I loved that damn company.

Not that there was much about it out there. Just a simple logo and the shortest bio in the history of companies. Didn’t stop them from being one of the most sought out furniture makers on the market.

My phone vibrated.

Rach: Where did you go?

Me: Nunya.

Rach: I hate when you say that. Everything should be my business.

Me: This is why we can’t have nice things. Also, Ransom is helping me with something.

Rach: Willingly? Did you blackmail him?

That was a little too close to the truth. He didn’t want to get involved. I wasn’t dumb enough to believe he was doing any of this altruistically. I’d dumped it on him and practically cried like a little girl.

Ugh.

Then I’d pulled the ‘don’t tell Rachel’ card. I was lucky he hadn’t tossed me out the damn door. I really hoped I was just letting out my dramatic side. At the very least I could get some pointers about dealing with some of the more problematic aspects of my business.

That wasn’t a bad deal.

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