Page 5 of The Bodyguard

He rolls his eyes at me, and I laugh. Then glance around me once more.

“Boo, hiss.” Scarlett says, as they walk away.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” I call out in reply to Aidan’s original question.

Aidan, a US Marine, and Josh, a Navy SEAL, own Black Hawke Security, the private security company I work for.

They’re both now close friends; hence being Josh’s groomsman today as he marries Cassy.

I joined a few years ago when I knew it was time to give up my military career. I can’t tell you exactly what I did because technically my role never existed.

Nor does Delta Force.

Now that we have that out of the way, let’s just say I’ve seen and done things that most men haven’t. And there is a huge gap in my resume. So, when I sat in front of Josh during my interview, he frowned for a few minutes, then glanced up at me.

“You been lying on a beach in Hawaii for the past eight years?”

“Something like that.” I shrugged.

“Delta?”

“Nope.”

More staring.

“You start two weeks from Monday,” Josh said, closing my resume and handing it back to me. “This is useless as shit.”

He knew.

The thing is my earlier years as an Airborne Ranger in the US Army were enough to get me this job and Josh knew it. He doesn’t need to know the rest.

In fact, as a former SEAL he knows enough.

Anyway, none of it happened.

Are we clear?

Good.

So, this fucking woman. I understand this is the job, but from the moment I heard Savannah Sinclair had been put on the Black Hawke books, I’ve been looking to hand over the job.

But we were recommended by Blake Cartwright, Josh’s father-in-law, so he wants me to personally lead her security.

Aka be her bodyguard.

“I lead the damn division, Josh. I can’t protect an A-list celebrity and run the department.”

“Then Marshall can step in,” he replied. “He did it while you were on vacation at Christmas.”

“For seven fucking days.”

“I do not want this woman dying on our watch. She’s the hottest ticket in Hollywood—hell, the world—and my wife’s father has recommended us. Happy wife, happy life,” Josh said pointedly.

Couldn’t he just go down on her instead?

Wasn’t going to say that though. I value my balls right where they are. I might be former Delta, but very few people fuck with Josh Hawke.

Doesn’t stop me trying from time to time, of course.

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