Page 75 of The Bodyguard

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“THAT WAS SO much fun. I almost felt normal.” I giggle as we walk down the corridor to my penthouse suite.

“Normal with hundreds of fans screaming and taking selfies with you?” Nick laughs, his hand sliding down my back.

“Just walking down the road, not caring. I know we got ambushed, but it would’ve been worse in LA.”

I hear a mumble behind me.

Ryder.

He’s furious with us. Nick has already told me I need to replace him. I don’t want to replace Ryder. I want him to kiss me.

I’m hurt that he won’t.

Clearly he just wanted a notch on his bedpost called I fucked Savannah Sinclair and now he’s just doing his job. He doesn’t care.

Only Nick cares.

I realize I’m drunk and that might not be true, but it feels like it is right at this moment.

“Let me take you somewhere we aren’t recognized, then we can wander around, swim, vacation, and no one will care who we are.”

I turn as we stop outside my door.

“Really, where?” I ask, having to look up because he’s closer than I expected.

Has Nick always been this tall?

“I’ll do a sweep,” Ryder says, stepping between us and knocking Nick.

“Dude, come on!” Nick cries.

Ryder turns, lifts a brow, and looks at me. “Stay there.”

“Who is this guy?” Nick asks me.

“My bodyguard.” I shrug and giggle. “Now tell me where this place is that no one will recognize us.”

“Tons of places.” He cups my face.

What is he doing?

“Say you’ll come away with me and I’ll surprise you.” His thumb brushes over my lips.

“Nick...” I’m suddenly not okay with this.

“Invite me in,” he says and my mouth parts.

“All clear,” Ryder says, stopping right—and I mean right—in front of us.

It’s like your father showing up in the doorway threatening your boyfriend. His dark and deadly eyes are locked on Nick. Then they turn on me.

“Say goodbye,” he orders me.

“Seriously dude, can you not see what is happening here?” Nick says, annoyed.

Ryder doesn’t glance away.

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