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“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Saving you.”
“Saving—! What are you talking about? Saving me from what?”
“Didn’t you hear that explosion?” His gritty tone matched his scent—manly and a little wild.
But he was insane.
“I heard a car backfire,” she said in a calculated way as if speaking to a child.
“Bronte! Is this guy bothering you?”
Jace jerked overtop of her, and she whipped her head up as far as he’d allow to peer at the man who asked the question.
Before she could grunt “let me up,”Jace pushed off the pavement. Long fingers wrapped around her waist and he lifted her. Not giving her a chance to get her bearings, he hauled her against his side.
She stared at him in shock, then remembered the man who asked if Jace was bothering her.
“Anthony. Hi.”
One of her best clients eyed her as if waiting for her to say the word and he’d call the police. She must look like a wreck too, but Jace’s strong grip on her didn’t allow her to do more than lift a hand to smooth the hair out of her eyes.
Anthony waved a hand, questioning how she’d come to be locked to a strange man’s big, muscled body. “Is everything okay? Do I need to call the cops?”
She felt Jace’s body tense.
“Why would you need to call the cops?” His voice had a hard edge.
“I saw you throw her on the ground. Are you trying to mug her?”
Oh god, this was really getting out of hand.
Jace’s entire body seemed to bristle against her side. “We just got a little frisky. Bronte,” he said in clipped syllables, “doesn’t need rescuing fromme.I’m her fiancé.”
Fi—what?Did he just say fiancé?
Shock tore through her. When she saw the expression on Anthony’s face, dismay oozed from her pores. Sweat broke out on her neck.
“I didn’t realize you were engaged, Bronte. Congratulations.” Anthony offered her a smile.
What could she even say? If she shoved off Jace’s heavy arm banded around her waist and told her client that the man was a liar, the situation would only digress into finger-pointing and things she had no explanation for.
Such as who Jacereallywas. She couldn’t exactly clue her client in that Artemis had big trouble when her partner left.
“Thanks.” Jace directed his stare to her, holding her gaze for several long… uncomfortable…heartbeats. “We haven’t officially announced it yet.”
She felt Anthony’s eyes on her and tore hers from Jace’s. Maybe WEST Protection wasn’t as solid as she believed. How well did they vet their employees? One could have slipped through the cracks and they’d sent a psycho to help her.
Anthony arched a brow, silently asking if everything was okay. Then a long finger loomed in front of her face and Jace tapped her on the nose.
“Bronte’s made me the happiest man alive,” he announced.
Oh. My. God. He did not just boop me on the nose!
Anthony grinned, and she died a little more inside seeing that he was amused by that childish gesture. “Well, allow me to take you both to dinner. We need to celebrate your engagement.”
No, no, no. I need to get away from this guy and alert WEST Protection that their agent is insane.
