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“Deal?”
She smelled the cherry-scented candy on his breath when he whispered the word. Unable to speak around the golf ball lodged in her throat, she nodded. Her response earned her another smile and kiss, which threatened to burn her from the inside out.
“Okay. I’ll call them first thing tomorrow and set something up.” She turned her attention back to his wound. With all the blood gone, the gash in his arm didn’t appear as bad as she expected. It still looked painful though. “You’re right, it’s not bleeding anymore. I’m still going to cover it up to keep it clean.”
“You’ll call now.” He dropped his smartphone in her hand. “My arm can wait.” Crossing his arms, he moved away from her. “And tell them you want Connor Anderson assigned to ya.”
She’d dealt with enough stubborn men in her life to know Rock wouldn’t back down until he got his way. Since she planned on calling them anyway, she guessed it made little difference if she did it now or in a few hours. “Fine, but after I want to hear about your interview today.” The bullet though the window had stopped him from answering her question earlier. “Do you have their number?”
Rock once again disappeared into his room. This time when he came back, he carried his wallet and a clean shirt. “Here you go.” He held out a wrinkled business card and watched her dial the number. “You should call your family too.”
Getting a bodyguard was bad enough. “I don’t—” Someone answered the line, cutting off the rest of her sentence.
Since the family had used the firm before, it didn’t take Allison long to make the necessary arrangements. While she still hated the whole idea, at least she already knew one of the guards they were assigning to her. He’d acted as her cousin Callie’s personal bodyguard a few years earlier when the truth about her birth became public knowledge.
“All set.” Annoyance leaked into her voice. “Let me finish up your arm.” She reached for a bandage and tape. “Now it’s your turn. How did the interview go?”
Rock’s knees bumped hers as he moved closer. “Call your family.”
If her father got wind of this, he’d be down here as fast as humanly possible, which she didn’t need or want. “Not right now.” Once her father found out, the rest of the family would too. She’d end up with a few brothers and perhaps even a cousin or two camped out at her place along with her father. She loved her family, but didn’t need them moving in, especially when the whole situation was probably her imagination getting the better of her. Yep, in a week or so, she’d be able to get rid of the bodyguards she hired. Getting her entire family worked up made no sense.
“Ally, if my sister was in danger, I’d want to know. My dad and mom would too.”
He means well. She needed to remember that; otherwise she might hit him over the head with the firs
t object she grabbed. “There’s nothing they can do. The bodyguards are arranged and I’ll have you around. Everything will be fine.” I hope. “Please let it go for tonight.” She focused on covering the ugly gash and hoped he missed the wobble in her voice. “Did the firm offer you a position today?”
Rock sighed hard enough to knock someone over, but he didn’t press her again about calling her family. “They did.”
“And?” Although Rock remained stationed in Virginia at the moment, she knew he could be deployed or transferred somewhere else. While that didn’t change her feelings or desire to be with him, a position with a firm like Elite Force meant he’d stay nearby, making their relationship much easier.
“Gotta think about it. They gave me sometime before they need an answer.”
She secured the bandage with one more piece of tape and Rock grabbed the shirt he’d carried out with him. “Don’t think so.” She snatched the T-shirt away and tossed it aside. She’d spent the last thirty minutes looking at his naked chest and thinking about how it’d feel against hers. No way was he covering it up until she got what she wanted. The shirt landed on Baxter’s head, but the dog merely lifted his head and gave it a shake before resting it on his front paws again. The dog had been sitting next to her since she sat down and he didn’t look about to move for any reason.
Rock cocked an eyebrow. “What should I do?”
When he put it that way, what other choice did she have than to instruct him? “Let’s start with this.” With a little tug, she pulled her shirt over her head and unclipped her bra, Rock’s eyes following her movements. Reaching out, she took his hands and the Adam’s apple in his throat moved up and down as she brought his hands to her breasts. His palms scorched her nipples and heat gathered low in her stomach. When he gave them each a squeeze, the heat slithered lower to between her legs.
“Anything else I should do?” Warm breath drifted over her breast as he spoke, and she bit down on her lip.
Oh, most definitely. “Touch me.”
Rock’s tongue traced her nipple, and then he kissed her collarbone while his other hand moved down her side. “I am.”
“Not there.” He was playing with her. She heard it in his voice. Well, right now, she wasn’t in the mood for games. Grabbing his hand, she moved it between her legs. The heat of his skin seeped through the fabric and touched her. “Here,” she whispered, closing her eyes. For a moment, he obliged her request. When he moved his hand, she opened her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Rock leaned toward her ear. “Waiting for my next order.”
“We need a bed for what I have in mind.”
Chapter 11
He focused on clearing his mind as he watched the last police cruiser leave. He’d given Kane explicit instructions. He wanted Raimono dead, but he didn’t want it happening in front of Allison. He didn’t want the memory haunting her forever.
Either Kane failed to pass the message on to the lackey he tasked with the job or the dumb flunkey had ignored his orders. From what he’d heard, people only made that mistake once. When Kane found out what happened here, he wouldn’t want to be the punk he’d seen fire at the window before jumping in the beat-up Camaro and taking off. That was why he hadn’t called Kane the moment the punk fired the shots. Ripping a guy like him a new one would only be detrimental to his own health.
Another bout of rage bubbled up despite his efforts. He’d seen Allison go inside. The shooter had too. The Camaro had already been parked near the sidewalk when Allison pulled into the parking lot. If he’d known who sat in the car, he would’ve done something, tried to stop the guy somehow.
