Page 99 of The Bodyguard

Max agreed.

He’s curled up on the other side of her, purring like an idiot.

I’m the other idiot.

And smiling bigger than I ever remember.

“This is the funniest movie.” Savannah giggles into my chest as Adam Sandler does something in Hawaii with Drew Barrymore.

“Never seen it,” I say.

I haven’t, and I still haven’t. I’m paying attention to every inch of the naked body lying next to me. I’m aware of every move, every touch, every giggle.

And answering all her questions, apparently.

“Do you normally watch TV in bed?” Savannah asks.

“No.”

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Meat,” I say and laugh as she glances up at me in disbelief.

I kiss her mouth.

She folds over on top of me, receiving an unhappy meow from Max, and circles my tattoos on my pecs.

I want her to keep touching me forever.

“Are you going to get in trouble for sleeping with me?”

“Only if you tell them,” I growl playfully.

“I won’t.” She smiles softly. “How long has it been since you left the service?”

“Two years.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Not when I have your naked body on top of me.”

“Do you like your job?” Savannah continues her questions.

“Savannah. Am I under interrogation?” I nip at her bottom lip.

She settles back beside me. “I just want to know you. We can’t talk when we’re working, so this is like speed dating, but we aren’t dating.”

I sigh silently.

We can’t do a lot of things.

She’s right, this isn’t a date. And it reminds me why I brought her here—aside from the benefit of being able to ravish her in my bed for hours—the lack of celebration by her friends and family.

“Aside from Gina, do you have any other friends?” I ask, and Savannah goes quiet. I lift her face and she tries to pull away.

“Don’t.”

I slide down the bed and roll on my side, so she has to face me. “Tell me. What’s going on?”

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