Page 34 of Donovan Blake: Passion

“Yes, John. I’ll listen, I promise.”

“It’s probably best to stick with Trevor. That’s my middle name and the one everyone knows. But back to the rules. Number two. I will be with you or watching you most of the time, but if for some reason I’m not, don’t do anything impulsive.”

“Like what?”

“Like…decide to drive into the village, or walk up to the gate if someone arrives. If strangers are here, stay away. In other words, use your common sense. Can you do that?”

“I can, I promise.”

“Rule number three. I’ve been told all about Jimmy Pike and—”

“Oh, he was nothing but a mistake.”

“You just interrupted me again. Break that habit and break it now or I’ll help you!”

“What does that mean?”

“Keep doing it and you’ll find out.”

“What about Jimmy?” she asked, suddenly wanting to change the subject though she wasn’t sure why.

“If he contacts you, tell him you need to call him back and let me know immediately.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“Yes, let’s go to the conservatory,” he said, softening his voice and smiling at her. “I’m dying for a cup of tea and a scone.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The drive back to Hawthorne Hall had been blissfully uneventful. Rolling to a stop in front of the gates and climbing out to remove the chain, Donovan spotted one of the security guards. There was nothing about him to suggest he was anything other than a young man visiting the famous estate. But Donovan immediately recognized the muscled physique and intense expression.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asked, striding up as Donovan spun the combination lock and popped it open.

“I’m Donovan Blake,” he replied, smiling at him.

“Oh, sorry, sir. I didn’t realize. I’m Jim McAndrew. We weren’t expecting you.”

“No apology necessary. You’re doing your job. Would you please lock up after me.”

“Of course, sir.”

“He’s easy on the eyes,” Phoebe remarked with a grin as Donovan climbed back in the car. “I wonder if Jane has met him yet.”

“Jane will have her hands full with Trevor.”

“Really? Is there something about this bodyguard friend of yours I should know?”

“Let’s just say Trevor knows how to handle young women like Jane.”

“Like you know how to handle women like me?” she quipped, placing her hand on his thigh and sliding it slowly up to his crotch.

“Along those lines, and you’d better stop that. Teasing me is a bad idea.”

“But, Donovan, you love bad ideas,” she murmured, reaching his stiffening cock and pressing her palm against it. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“There’s a time and place for bad things, and that’s not now. Keep it up and your ass will pay the price.”

“Do you promise?”

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