Page 29 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

“You okay, Angel?”

I was giddy every time he called me by that name. It was silly, really. Or maybe not. Lennie wasn’t the type of guy who threw out cute nicknames for fun. Then again, he wasn’t the type to marry a man on impulse, either.

Leaning back, I glanced up and caught the intense look in his baby blues. Lennie’s expression was so serious, like he wanted to say something important.

I nervously licked my lips. “I…yeah. I…uh?—”

Shit.

Lennie’s laugh was deliciously dirty. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Yes,” I huffed. “Me, of all people.”

Lennie laughed and pulled me in for another crushing hug. “Say it ain’t so. I love to hear you talk.”

“Really? I’ve been told that I can be a bit much.”

“Are you kidding?” He gently kissed the top of my head and I swear my heart fluttered. “I could listen to you talk all day. You may not be a singer, but to me, your voice is like music. Being around you has been the highlight of my day for over a year.”

“Lennie,” I whispered as I looked up at him again. “What took you so long to tell me?”

Lennie chuckled. “I’ve already admitted that you’re way out of my league. Why would you bother with me when you can have any man you want?”

“I don’t want any man. The only man I’ve wanted is you.”

My blunt admission hung in the air between us. Oh fuck. I started to pull away, but Lennie held tight.

“I heard you. I can’t believe it, but I heard you. No take backs.”

He leaned over and kissed me, silencing any further denials.

“So, what are we doing?” I asked him when he let me come up for air.

“Well, we are married—” Lennie started.

I reached down and pinched his ass.

“Ow. What? It’s the truth,” he replied.

“And now it’s complicated,” I sighed.

“Not at all. We divorce, then we date. Simple.”

“That’s not the right order of things,” I chuckled.

“This is you and me. We do what feels right to us.”

“What do you want?”

Lennie waggled his eyebrows. “Take one guess, hot stuff.”

“Besides that. Do you really want to date me?”

“Isn’t that what’s been going on since our wedding?”

I pushed at Lennie’s shoulders, and he lay down on his back. Straddling his waist, I looked down at him.

“You might wake up tomorrow and change your mind,” I admitted.

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