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“Oh?”
“Yes. He’s really a great protector and so easygoing. But I didn’t have any chance to fulfill my cowboy fantasy.”
Caught off guard, Bronte laughed. The sound felt strangely freeing, and some of the tightness in her chest loosened. “I’m glad he was around to keep you safe.”
Kimmy leaned forward in her seat. “Tell me about Angelica. I couldn’t believe it when you texted to let me know she’d been injured. You were there?”
Nodding, she launched into the tale, which sounded more like it came from a made-for-TV movie than real life.
Herlife.
Kimmy gasped at all the appropriate spots but when Bronte shared how much the thought of her former partner dying had bothered her, Kimmy’s eyes filled with tears too.
“You can’t work that closely—be friends with somebody—and not care, Bronte. You’re too good a person for hate that lasts.”
“I never hated Angelica. I was furious with her and I still am. She could have come to me and told me about…” She broke off. What Jace told her about how The Broker actually blackmailed Angelica with the porn videos she’d made as a floundering college student wasn’t something Bronte was willing to share with anyone.
She let out a sigh. “Well, I would have tried my best to help her.”
Kimmy gave a sympathetic nod. “You still gave her all the chances in the world, Bronte. Now.” She folded her hands. “Tell me about Jace.”
This was the part where Bronte really would succumb to noisy tears.
Swallowing the lump bobbing in her throat, she met Kimmy’s gaze. “His flight left this morning.”
She could barely stand to think about how he’d looked at her before walking through the gate, beyond her reach. Or how she’d wanted to run to him and fly away wrapped in his arms.
Her life was here. Except…he’d given her a way to come to him.
That stupid electric car that he’d hated had once again shown up outside her condo.
“I got it all gassed up. Or electrified—whatever you call it. I had it washed too.”
“Why?” She looked over the vehicle.
“It’s yours.”
She blinked up at him. The most gorgeous man in the world, and one she wasn’t ready to let go of. “Mine?”
He tugged on his hat brim—a gesture she noticed he did when deep in thought. “I bought it. Well, leased it. I’m giving it to you so you don’t have to rely on drivers. We know how the last one turned out.”
In shock, she shook her head. “You didn’t have to lease me a car, Jace. It’s too much.”
He ran a hand over the hood, making her skin prick at the memory of how good his hands felt running overherbody. When he looked into her eyes again, her stomach dipped. “It’s a good car. Provided that you don’t let the charge run out, it should be good for long trips…like to Montana.”
She shook away the memory but the echo of his meaning still pushed her to the verge of breakdown.
Kimmy was staring at her with tears in her own eyes. “You fell in love with your bodyguard, didn’t you?”
The statement ripped the rug out from under her, and she buried her face into her hands. “Yes! I did, and now he’s gone. But he gave me a car—”
“A car!”
“To drive to Montana. Where he lives.”
“Oh my god, Bronte. What in the world are you sitting here for?” Kimmy jumped up and began unplugging Bronte’s laptop and external hard drive. She whipped open a file drawer and pulled out her carrying case, then shoved both electronics inside it.
Bronte lifted her head and watched all this, stunned. “What in the world are you doing?”
