Page 36 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

I nodded and stood up, following Lennie. As soon as we were out of Zoe’s office, he stalked off down the hallway toward the exit.

“I’ll drop you off at home,” Lennie muttered, shoving his sunglasses on.

“Okay.”

The walk back to the car had me shivering and it had everything to do with Lennie. I’d fucked this whole thing up and I didn’t know how to make things right.

Tell him you’re scared.

By the time we got to my place, I was all but jumping out of my skin.

“Come in with me,” I whispered.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now.”

“Please.” I turned to him. “We need to talk.”

Lennie sighed and ran a hand over his face, then nodded.

“Thank you,” I sighed with relief. “But a warning. Jaclyn dropped Finnigan off this morning. He’s a good cat, but he doesn’t like strangers, so he might hiss at you.”

“I’m not worried. I can handle a frightened kitten.”

“He’s a cat, not a kitten.”

“I wasn’t talking about Finnigan,” Lennie added, sliding out of the driver’s side and slamming his door.

What? I sat there, fuming, until he opened the passenger door.

“Comparing me to a cat?” I asked.

“If the claws fit,” Lennie countered, offering his hand.

“You wish.”

“I do. That’s the problem.”

Once I was on solid ground, Lennie hauled out my suitcase and we made our way to the elevator. The ride was awkward; me fidgeting with my hair, my blouse, and checking my phone. Anything to distract my nerves. Lennie, meanwhile, was back in bodyguard mode, arms crossed, face expressionless, not a word or a breath to be heard. But I did notice the way that vein in this forehead was pulsing. He wasn’t totally unaffected.

We finally reached my floor and I bolted. “I’m the last one on the right.”

When I opened the door, the mewling started.

“Hey baby, I’m home,” I whispered to Finnigan, who was sitting in my foyer, big tail swishing, ears back. He wasnothappy.

“Shit, he’s even prettier than in those pictures,” Lennie announced.

Finnigan was a beautiful boy with his smooth, velvety gray fur and pale green eyes. But given the hissing sounds he was making, Finnigan wasn’t impressed by our guest.

“That sounds like our wedding night,” Lennie muttered.

“Hilarious,” I replied and crouched down. “Come here, Finn. Daddy’s missed you.”

To my utter shock, Finnigan ran past me and rubbed up against Lennie’s leg.

“What the?—”

Turned out,Iwas the one being hissed at.

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