Page 7 of The Bodyguard

He’s a smug Green Beret. In fact, our whole team is top-notch former paramilitary operators.

He’s also right. I need to get back in there. So I head back across the now empty clearing to join the wedding reception and focus on enjoying Josh and Cassy’s special day.

I’ve already decided I’ll only do this bodyguard gig for six weeks, then I’ll convince Josh we need to put someone else on it.

I head down the side of the trees and am about to round the corner when I sense movement.

I freeze.

Then Savannah Sinclair plows into my chest.

“Oh fuck,” she says, gripping my shirt and her damn green eyes lock with mine.

I don’t dare lift my arms and touch her.

“Step back,” I say roughly.

She frowns. “Jesus, I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to attack you.”

“What?”

Is she kidding me right now?

I almost laugh.

“You look like you can defend yourself,” she says, patting my shirt and finally letting go to take a step back.

My reaction was automatic. You don’t smash into a man with my background. Adjusting to normal life takes time after you’ve been in enemy territory, and I don’t think I will ever be the way I was before I joined the forces.

But that wasn’t why I asked her to step away.

I knew the moment I saw that grape slide between her teeth, Savannah was a woman I’d enjoy fucking. The kind who would love me to lift her around my waist as I pressed her against the wall and yanked her panties aside so my cock could fill her wet pussy.

If I touch her, I’m not sure I’d want to stop.

So my hands are staying put.

But if Savannah Sinclair thinks I’m going to be one of her adoring fans, she has another thing coming.

You look like you can defend yourself.

She’s confident.

Well, so am I sweetheart.

“From women throwing themselves at me?” I smirk. “I think I could handle you.”

Then I wink and circle around her to rejoin the party.

CHAPTER TWO

SAVANNAH

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I think I could handle you.

I can’t get the arrogant—but gorgeous—man’s words out of my head.

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