Page 72 of The Bodyguard

The latest note regarding her DNA was fucked up. The offender took her panties. So far, we have no match on fingerprints or handwriting.

Our tech guys hacked the police database so we could keep the information out of the media. There is always a leak when it comes to high-profile clients. Someone like Savannah is worth too much.

The media pays good money which would put some cop’s kids through college.

None of us expected the note to return any information, but it was worth a shot. Still, it was a disappointment.

At this point, I’d like to find out who it is and then get off this job. Liar, you’d lose your mind if you weren’t with her every day.

Fucking hell.

Aidan’s advice was to keep monitoring it and wait for the team to get back to us on the background and activity checks they’re doing on her team.

Gina is someone I’m watching, even if it does just seem like she is a jealous ex-friend with a crush on a man who is way out of her league.

In saying that, I followed Gina this afternoon, and she went to Nick’s room.

Did he invite her? Are they sleeping together?

Or was she delivering something for Savannah?

I just don’t know.

It’s easy to make assumptions, but I’ll piece it all together eventually.

Does that make Gina guilty if she is sleeping with Nick? No. In fact, if she is, then—and as a man, I can almost certainly confirm he won’t be interested in her for long because I’ve watched their dynamics—she has no motivation to blackmail Savannah.

Although she hasn’t asked for anything yet.

Just threatened.

If it’s her.

Luis is an interesting one. Far too quiet for my liking. He lurks in the shadows. He’s nervous around me.

Then there is Nick. It could be him.

Just because it doesn’t make sense doesn’t mean it’s not him. He could be scaring her...driving her into his arms. If Savannah has been telling the truth, and she hasn’t slept with her co-star, then I’m watching a man who is keen to change that status.

Has she lied?

I grind my back teeth and Savannah pushes her chair back and stands. I follow her through the restaurant to the restrooms. When we hit the hallway, she turns.

“You can stay here. I’m fine.” Her voice is soft and a little sad, despite laughing just moments ago. I walk right up to her, and her face lifts in question.

“What’s going on?” I ask roughly.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Savannah says and starts to turn her head toward the door to indicate it, but my hand cups her face.

She frowns and those green globes of hers are confused but wild. She’s a little drunk. More than just a little after two bottles of champagne.

“You going to kiss me, bodyguard?” she purrs.

Jesus.

“Or are you too scared?”

I lift my brow and feel my body demand that I take her. Fuck her. Kiss whatever part of her delectable body she wants.

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