Page 4 of The Bodyguard

“Savannah Sinclair, you clearly have a limited understanding of what men focus on when they—”

“Do not finish that sentence.” I warn, lifting my grape in a threatening fashion.

Nick laughs.

I bite down on the grape with my blindingly white teeth and pierce the skin. The flavor bursts into my mouth as I watch the wedding party. And find a pair of stunning blue eyes watching me.

Shit.

I swallow the grape down before I get the chance to chew it and start coughing.

Then cough again.

I clear my throat and cough once more.

The man smirks at me, and those dimples deepen.

Christ.

My core bursts into flames and tightens as I clench my thighs together. I feel naked, like this man knows exactly what he’s doing to my body.

He winks at me.

What the hell? Damn, he’s cocky as hell.

Nick’s arm wraps around me and slaps me on the back.

Like a flash, the dimples disappear, and his face darkens.

What the hell was all that?

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RYDER

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Un-fucking-believable.

It’s her. I know it is. What the hell is Savannah Sinclair doing at Josh and Cassy’s wedding?

I must be wrong. There are a lot of celebrities here this afternoon and honestly, with all the makeup and hair shit and jewelry, they all look the same to me.

Bullshit, you’re trained to remember a face.

Josh would have told me if Ms. Sinclair was attending his wedding. Right?

Righhht?

The woman whose protective detail I’m supposed to be taking over on Monday.

“You coming with?” Aidan asks, turning to me when I don’t follow the rest of the party.

“I’m torn between taking home a rock god or a movie star tonight. What do you think, Ryder?” Scarlet asks.

I snap out of my thoughts.

“You’re the reason we have security in place,” Aidan says, wrapping an arm around Cassy’s bridesmaid. “Let’s go.”

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