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“Your new security detail. The one you absolutely don’t want or need.”
“She’s a bodyguard? There is no way…”
I’m not trying to be sexist. Women can get the job done as good or better than most men. But the woman standing in my kitchen isn’t built for being in the background. She’s not going to be flying under anyone’s radar, which is generally what a bodyguard is supposed to do. This woman is going to reach out and grab the attention of every man in the room.
“Sweet cheese and crackers, Wyatt. You can’t say shit like that. It makes more work for me. Now be on your best behavior and come on.”
I walk into the room with the three people standing in it. They all look comfortable with one another which sets me off since one of the two men better not be her husband or boyfriend. I would hate to have to kill someone. It’s been years after all and I’m more than a little rusty.
Bruce thanks everyone for waiting and I watch the three people in front of me all turn to look at me.
“These are the guards from Solace Phoenix Security company that will be protecting you until we get all this cleared up.”
I shake hands with the men but never take my attention off the woman…Callie. The three rattle off their credentials to me before launching into their safety plan. “We don’t want to send this psycho into hiding. Taking care of this as quickly and quietly as possible is the end goal along with your safety of course.”
“Of course.”
“We’re prepared to go undercover. I’ll be working the outside; Geo will be working inside and Callie is taking the position of maid.”
“No one is going to believe that woman is my fucking maid.”
“What do you mean?”
I see Bruce shake his head telling me not to go on. I find that look annoying and work hard to push against it any time I can.
“No one is going to believe this woman would be in my house and not in my bed.”
“Excuse me?” Callie finally speaks. I was beginning to wonder what I was going to have to do to get her to speak to me. Turns out I just had to make her my girlfriend to do it.
Chapter Two
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Callie
“Why don’t you just come on as my girlfriend? Everyone will believe that, and you can get close without it looking…out of place.”
I take in the man standing in front of me. My gut reaction is to tell him to go fuck himself but that isn’t going to further the reputation of the S&P. I got lucky when Heath Phoenix and Quill Solace talked my brother into letting me come on the team. He was not excited about the prospect at all. And now this asshole is giving me shit.
It’s not like my brother sees me as anything other than a little girl. And this dipshit is going to make it ten times worse. I can feel my brother’s eyes on me waiting to see if I can handle myself the way I need to.
“I would rather be your maid. It will allow me to slip in unnoticed. Being your girlfriend is too…visible for me to do any good.”
“But I don’t take my maid to award shows with me and I highly doubt anyone is going to believe these two guys are anything other than security. They practically have it oozing from them.” He finally takes his eyes off me so he can run them over the others. “And I’m betting this one used to be a police officer.”
I see my brother’s eyebrow tick up. “How did you…? You read our bio.”
“No. I didn’t have time to get past Callie’s since Bruce just handed it to me. It’s in the way you stand, the way you carry yourself, and the way you keep checking all the exits. It’s been fairly recent that you made the change, I would assume. Most cops lose that rigidness over time.”
“Who are you?”
I see the corner of his mouth tilt up in an eat-shit grin. “I wasn’t always this pretty. I’m sure you know exactly what my background consists of since you probably did your homework before taking me on as a client. So, let’s cut the shit and get down to business. As I was saying, Callie pretending to be my girlfriend would make things run a lot smoother because then it would be expected for her to be everywhere I am. Makes the most sense.”
I bite the words I long to say back and give the arrogant jerk in front of me my coldest look. “That’s Ms. Thatcher.”
“What is?”
“My name. It’s Ms. Thatcher.”
