Page 5 of Guarded By an Alien Hunter

“I have already perused the perimeter.”

“Oh, wow, you are on top of it.”

“Yes, I was on top of the house too.”

“Oh, my gosh, okay.” She glances at my chest and I notice her cheeks turn a charming shade of pink. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t be staring at you like that. I guess I'm just surprised that you're not wearing a shirt.”

“I will wear armor when we go out.”

“But you don't normally wear a shirt?”

“I am warm blooded.”

She licks her lips. “This is the hallway to the bedrooms. Now the bad news is, there's only one bathroom in my home, and we have to share it. Are you sure you still want to stay here with me?”

I grunt.

She opens the door to the bathroom and shows me the inside, and indeed, it’s a small area with a cleansing unit, a toilet and a small sink for water and washing.

I nod. “This will do.”

“You still use all these things the same way that a human would? You don't need something different?”

“No, the same.”

“Oh, okay, good.” And she points at two other doors. “That's my bedroom, and this is yours. You can see it’s immediately next door. We would share a wall. Now that Shelby is gone it's my home office. I want to apologize ahead of time. It’s small and I was only able to fit a twin bed in there because I needed it to fit my desk too. I took everything off the desk though so you can use it. This room will be yours; I won’t need to come in here and bother you for anything.”

She opens it and I see that there is indeed a small bed and a desk. My feet won't fit off the end. “I've slept in worse conditions.”

She rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

I drop a bag of weapons and equipment to the floor. “I want to see your room.”

“You do? Okay.” She steps back into the small hallway and opens the door to her own room.

We both step inside and I see she has a very large bed that takes up most of the space. I can see where the window is positioned, right by the bed. And there is another door, which I assume leads to a closet.

I bend down and look under the bed.

“Oh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?”

“I need to see if there's enough room for someone to fit under it. And yes, of course there is.” I stand up again and frown at my client. “Female, this is not a safe situation. It's a good thing you hired me.” I look in the closet. “This could indeed easily fit an intruder. And the window is large and positioned near your bed. Why don’t you live upstairs?”

“This is a two-bedroom flat, and I only own this bottom floor. A younger couple with a small baby live upstairs, and they own that flat. It's a duplex. There’s a set of stairs alongside the building that leads to their front door.”

“This leaves you with the more exposed ground-level windows.”

She shrugs. “This is the one that was for sale and I snapped it up, lucky to have this location with that view.”

I grunt, accepting the fact that she wanted this home and that two years ago she thought she was in a safe location, but now she is not. But I am here.

“The couple upstairs is worried about their safety too,” she explains. “They saw what is happening on the news and learned that I’m getting death threats and they see the police car outside. Can you please keep them safe too? I’m worried about their baby.”

“You are my main concern.”

She gives me a brilliant smile, exposing even teeth. “But if you can protect them at the same time, that would be lovely.”

I grunt in response.

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