Page 14 of The Bodyguard

“Babe. I’ve seen him before. Where?” Nick continues.

Babe?

Why the hell is he calling her babe?

I noticed I wasn’t the only one irritated. Gina’s mouth set in a hard line as I watched the team dynamics unfold.

It’s more than a crush. She likes Nick.

But Nick likes Savannah.

Savannah appears oblivious, but I wonder if that’s true. She’s way too smart for that. At that moment, though, she’s working her way through the embarrassment of Saturday night.

My lips twitch, but not enough to turn into a smile.

“He was at the wedding on the weekend. One of the groomsmen.”

“Get the fuck out. That was you?” Nick laughs.

That’s right, I’m the guy she wanted to fuck.

“What are we missing?” Gina asks, her head swiveling between us and her eyes narrowing at me.

“Nothing.” Savannah mutters. “Can you make sure the show is still running on time?”

Gina lets out a huff and jumps off the counter, taking off.

I watch her leave the room and wonder how their friendship withstands such a huge power difference. And financial if we’re being honest here.

Savannah is a superstar.

Her friend is her assistant.

How does that work?

I turned my attention back to Nick, who was still laughing. He knew Savannah.

Interesting.

But I can’t get a read on his humor. It’s almost like he thinks the whole thing is a joke. Like she would never have fucked the groomsman and certainly not her bodyguard.

He’s right.

She wouldn’t.

It would be a disaster if it leaked.

Josh also had an opinion the night of his wedding. He’d leaned in front of Aidan—we were seated side by side at the wedding table—and said, “Just in case we’re not clear, you can’t fuck Savannah Sinclair.”

Aidan choked on his smoked salmon. “Christ, wait until I’ve swallowed, will you?”

“That’s what she said.” I smirked, sipping my drink.

“Ryder.” Josh ground out.

“All I’m doing is sitting here and drinking my drink, Josh. Innocent as fuck.”

“While she shoots sex eyes at you across the room.”

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