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“Got everything?” he asked.
“Everything worth getting.” She looked once more at the living room, pressed her lips together and turned. “Do you think the manager is going to refund my deposit?”
He tipped her chin up. “Is that humor, I hear?”
“Sarcasm is as good as it gets.” She gave him a weak smile. “I hate leaving it a mess.”
“I’ll ask Hank if he can get someone to make it right.”
“I’ll pay him back as soon as I get another job. God, I hate being in debt.” She stepped out into the hall. “For that matter, I’m not sure I can afford to pay for a bodyguard.”
“Hank would be the first to tell you not to worry about it.” Moe closed the apartment door and took one of the bags from Breely. “They take on cases whether the client can afford to pay or not.”
They left the building and carried the bags to the loner vehicle, stowing them in the back.
Moe held the passenger door open for Breely.
As she slid into the seat, she shook her head. “How can Hank afford to run a business like that?”
“Those who can pay, do. And business is booming from what he’s told me.” Moe closed her door, rounded the front of the vehicle and slipped into the driver’s seat. “Not to mention, Hank’s married to Sadie McClain. She’s one of his biggest fans. Hank saved her from someone who tried to kill her. She knows what it’s like to be targeted and believes in the protection services he and his team provide.”
Breely’s eyes widened. “Wait. What? Sadie McClain? The movie star?”
Moe grinned. “That’s the one. After what Sadie went through, Hank realized others might have a need for what people like him can provide. Highly trained, disciplined combat veterans who have performed some of the most dangerous missions and lived to tell about it.” Moe started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. “He only brings on board the best of the best.” Moe glanced her way. “Tumbleweed Tavern?”
She nodded. “I let Stan know I wouldn’t be in this week. I’d rather tell him in person that I won’t be coming back and why. He deserves to know the truth after all he’s done for me.”
Moe drove the short distance to the Tumbleweed Tavern and parked in front of the building.
Though it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the last time he’d been there, it felt like days had passed.
At this same time yesterday, he’d sat at a table with Hank, talking about the job, the team and his future with the Brotherhood Protectors.
As he helped Breely out of the car, he was amazed at how quickly things had changed. From admiring the red-haired waitress to having spent the best night of his life making love to her…
Everything had happened so fast. Would they wake up and realize none of it was real? That what they felt was because of an adrenaline rush, and they’d eventually go their separate ways?
Maybe. Only time would tell.
Until then, he had a job to do.
Protect Breely Brantt, daughter of one of the richest men in the world.
That thought alone should have had Moe shaking in his boots.
Chapter 9
“Bea! About time you got back to work,” Stan called out from the kitchen through the order window.
The two waitresses Breely had worked with for the past couple of months hurried over to her and hugged her tightly.
“We heard what happened,” one said.
“We’re so glad you’re all right,” the other said. “It’s scary to think something like that could happen right here.”
Their hugs and concern warmed Breely’s heart and made her sad she would be leaving them to handle the tables without her. “Thank you,” she said, her eyes misting.
They hugged her again and hurried off to take care of their customers.
