Page 31 of The Bodyguard

“Agreed,” I say. “I’ll get more information from her today about who might have a motive.”

“Find out if she has any enemies. Or who wouldn’t want her with Nick Marciano,” Aidan says.

“You mean, aside from his fifteen million Instagram fans who want to have his baby?” I laugh.

“God that must be weird.”

I recall the phone call with her father and add him to the list.

“Her father is an asshole, but I doubt he’d send it. Could be the girlfriend.” I share my thoughts out loud.

“She has a girlfriend?”

“No, the father’s girl.” I shake my head.

“Shame. That would’ve been a hot fantasy.” He laughs.

I snort but want to punch him. He can get that fucking idea out of his head. Savannah is not his to fantasize ov—

Woah.

That’s not good. She isn’t mine either. She has millions of fans jerking off to her every night, so I’m out of luck. But I know what happened during our call last night and it was not my imagination.

It’s stuck in my mind and my cock has been at half-mast all morning.

Still, Savannah belongs to her fans and if she died on my watch, I’d be one hated man. I already hate myself after watching a woman die. A woman I was responsible for keeping safe.

And it’s a reminder I need to get off this job.

“Aidan—”

“Yeah, I heard you, Ry. Let me look at the roster. I’ll come back to you tomorrow,” he says.

I nod, although he can’t see me.

“I’ll call you if I learn anything important. Oh, and she’s been nominated for a Golden Globe. It’s not public knowledge yet, but I bet there are a handful of people who do. Could be relevant.”

“Could be,” he mutters, then signs off.

I pull into her driveway and nod to our BHS guards. There are two of them. One does an hourly perimeter check, and her cameras are monitored by our team back at headquarters.

“Morning boys.” I grin.

“Ryder.” They smile back.

“Anything interesting happening?” I inquire.

“Nope. Except watching Savannah Sinclair parade around in her bikini before going for a swim an hour ago.” Asher, who is a former Army Ranger, snickers.

I lift my brows.

Is that what they’re doing? Spending their time here perving on her?

I see red and feel my temper rising.

A complete overreaction, but I’m not great at hiding my expression so Asher pales.

“Come on, dude,” he chimes while Cole chuckles silently and walks off to do the perimeter check.

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