Page 58 of The Bodyguard

Two different things.

Seeing humanity at its worst and coming to grips with what that meant about me.

Being invited to join the Delta team, also known as the Combat Applications Group (CAG), Task Force Green, or simply “the Unit,” and almost killing myself during the training to qualify.

Then understanding that the team doesn’t officially exist despite reporting directly to the Joint Special Operations Command.

The tasks we did were so off book there’s no record. We existed on the fringes of government, undertaking tasks for the FBI, CIA, and army—hell even the president—but officially there is no such thing as Delta.

The United States government denies any knowledge of it, which makes your resume a little empty.

But was I scared?

Without realizing I’m doing it, I lift her hand and run my thumb over her knuckles.

“If you’re not scared, you’re dead, Savannah,” I reply darkly.

“I’m glad you’re not dead.” She smiles at me.

“Yeah, me too.” I wink.

I look past us and Luis, the assistant hair stylist, is watching our hands.

Shit.

I drop it and pat her hand.

“I need to catch some zees before we land,” I say, leaning my head back against the headrest and reclining the seat. Then close my eyes.

“Me too. I barely slept.” She rustles through her handbag as I open one eye, watching her. Then she grabs a blanket and places it over me, and my fucking heart does this little flip thing.

Goddamn her.

Next thing I know, she reclines her seat and rolls onto her side watching me.

“Savannah,” I warn, lifting my eyes around the aircraft.

“I don’t care. Just let me not care for a minute.” She closes her eyes.

Fuck.

But the sound of her breathing and her warmth nearby lulls me into a deep sleep for the entire flight. It’s only when we start to descend that I wake.

I stretch and glance around at the team, studying them further. Savannah is on the phone walking back from the back of the plane, and I watch Gina watching her friend.

I’m a guy, but that is not the look I’d expect from my BFF.

I frown.

She’s climbing up my list, but I’m not sure what her motive is, if she’s capable, or is just a jealous friend.

We finally land in New York and Briar directs everyone on the plans for the next few hours while we wait for the doors to be opened. Then we debark and load into the waiting cars below.

I jump into the SUV with Savannah, Briar, and Gina, then we head toward Manhattan.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SAVANNAH

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