Page 3 of The Bodyguard

Blaze Cartwright recommended them, and after the ordeal Cassy went through with her escaped convict stalker and how they saved her life, I figure they are a top-quality company.

So Black Hawke Security is taking over, and on Monday I’ll be meeting with the new guy to talk to him about how I like my bodyguards to work.

As a celebrity, there’s a fine line between safety and feeling like you live inside a box. It’s just finding it and working together.

“Jesus, the size of these guys,” Nick shakes his head, referring to the groom and his best men.

“You aren’t exactly small.” I glance at my co-star. He’s over six feet and works out. Although I suspect if I stood him side by side, the difference would be much more obvious.

“I’m not as big as they are. Fuck. Did they just land back on US soil from Iraq last week or what?”

I snicker. “You think they’re military?”

Nick takes another sip of his wine and nods. “Almost certainly. My cousin is in the army. They walk the same.”

“They walk the same?” I laugh too loudly, and everyone turns.

Shit.

Nick turns to face me, and we keep laughing.

“Don’t overshadow the bride, Savannah.” He leans in, teasing me.

“Please. Look at her. She’s gorgeous.” I nod toward Cassy. I met her once and immediately liked the rock star’s daughter.

“So are you,” he replied.

Nick doesn’t fancy me. He’s a flirt with a lot of people, and on camera we have some serious chemistry. But he’s never made a move.

He’s just a friend.

We get along very well and being a new leading lady, he was an amazing supportive co-star. So, we have a bond which I highly value.

I know my best friend fancies him.

Gina, who is also one of my PAs, thinks the sun shines out of his...well, everything. I was very clear to Nick that he had to stay away from her. The whole thing is a bit of a mess, really.

Gina lost her job as an assistant and asked me for a job. I felt put on the spot and defensive given the growing pressure to help my family. But then I thought this was something that could work out and silence the people in my world who thought I should be doing more.

Gina and I have been best friends since we were at high school. She’s extremely organized, creative, and loves everything Hollywood—including Nick Marciano—so I told her we would do a six-month trial working together.

Newbie error.

You can’t fire your best friend.

Ever.

Her performance has been average, and when I saw her and Nick flirting on the set of the sequel, I knew I had to intervene quietly.

“Nick,” I’d said, planting my hands on my hips outside my trailer while my team was inside. “Seriously, she’s my best friend and assistant. Go find someone else to play with.”

“Spoil sport,” he’d said, and I frowned further. “Fine. Don’t sleep with Gina. Got it.”

I knew it would initially hurt and I’d have to watch her get rejected, but it would happen eventually. Nick would simply take what he wanted and move on. I’d seen him do it time and time again over the past two years.

But he’s a pretty good friend.

“Thanks. But you know as well as I do that I look like this because a team of experts spent two hours putting me together. Tomorrow I’m going to lie outside in a bikini with a face mask on and chill.”

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