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“Here, let me do that.”
He crouched down and I watched as his fingers slowly untied the lace, then eased my sneaker from my foot. I looked away, trying not to blush at the feel of his fingers on my skin as he took off my sock.
“Does this hurt?” he asked, pressing around my ankle.
“Not much,” I lied.
“It’s not broken but it’s had a bad knock. It needs ice. Where do you live?”
“Camden.”
He took out his phone. “Give me a moment, then I’ll drive you home.”
“You don’t—” I began. But he was already speaking to Ned.
I wanted to talk to him on the way to Camden, find out more about him. But he was focused on the traffic and anyway, I wasn’t sure what to say. I knew from Justine that he was in his early thirties, but that was it. The only other thing I’d managed to find out was that he’d been working for Ned for five months. According to Justine, Ned had hired Hunter to protect him from the press, which was why everyone atExclusivessecretly call him the Bodyguard.
I turned my head to look at him, and for the briefest of seconds he met my eyes before concentrating again on the road ahead.
“Have you been working for Ned long?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Around five months.”
“Did you always want to be a security guard?”
“Yes, I always wanted to be at someone’s beck and call,” he said, his voice grave.
I smiled. “So how did you end up being one?”
“Circumstances.”
“What were you before?”
He turned his eyes on me again and I saw how dark they were, almost black. “You sure ask a lot of questions.”
I flushed, worried that I’d overstepped some kind of mark. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. But it’s a long story.”
I wanted to tell him that I didn’t mind hearing it, but he’d lapsed into silence, so I did the same.
We didn’t talk again until he pulled up outside the building where I now lived.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Wait here a minute.” He got out of the car.
I watched as he strode into a nearby supermarket. Had he reallygone to do his shopping? I sat back, thinking how lucky I’d been to find a studio apartment just down the road from Carolyn’s apartment.
Hunter came back with a freezer bag. “Ice,” he said, opening my door.
“Thank you,” I said gratefully. I fumbled in my bag for my purse. “Can I—”
“Absolutely not.”
He helped me out of the car and insisted on coming up with me in the elevator.
“Which floor?” he asked.
