Page 50 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

“Good. Now, we have a world tour to get ready for. Lennie, meeting, my office, ten minutes.”

“Yes, boss.”

Regan sauntered off, waving to Averell and the guys on her way out.

“I better get the guys ready,” I said to Lennie. “Evert’s waiting.”

Lennie pulled me in and gave me a languid kiss. “Text me when you’re done, and I’ll meet you down here. You want to have dinner out tonight?”

“Like a real date?”

“Not like. A real date.” Lennie squeezed my waist. “What are you hungry for?”

More of this man.

“I have an incredible appetite for Italian.”

“I know just the place,” Lennie smiled at me.

“Darling, I’m not talking about food.”

“I know, Angel.” He kissed me again. “Later. First, I want to take my husband out. Because he deservesallthe dates.”

For the first time in my life, I couldn’t think of a flirty reply. And you know what? I didn’t need one. For me and Lennie, love trumped all.

EPILOGUE

PAYTON

A MONTH LATER

“What’s the rush? I thought the event didn’t start until ten?” I asked Lennie.

We were days away from the start of the world tour, and I was so excited. First stop: Japan. I couldn’t wait. The only thing I was worried about was leaving Finnigan for so long. But I knew he was in good hands with Lennie’s sister.

Two weeks ago, I’d packed up my stuff and moved in with Lennie. Bella was looking for a new place, so she rented my condo. It worked out great for all of us. And we didn’t need to hire a moving company. All the guys in Lennie’s protective detail volunteered to move me in.

And tonight? We had a party to attend before we flew to Asia. Lennie was on duty at this one. But even if I couldn’t dance or flirt with him, at least we’d still be in the same room.

I wore my a silk pantsuit—hot pink, of course—and Lennie was sexy AF in his navy tuxedo. But I had no idea who would be in attendance or what this event was about. Lennie and everyoneat the label had been hush about details. I was told it was a black-tie gala with label executives and corporate sponsors.

“I promised Regan we’d be the first ones there,” Lennie replied, running a hand through his hair.

Again. All my styling work was going to be ruined in no time. Lennie had been acting strange all day. Fidgeting—with his hair, his watch, his tie, which was not like him. Not to mention, he checked his phone every two minutes, like he was expecting an update. On what, I had no idea.

He hustled me into the venue, which had no lights on. That was odd.

“What’s going?—”

“Surprise!!!”

Voices yelled out and suddenly, the room lit up. When I looked around, the place was packed with our friends and family.

“What’s this?” I gasped, too stunned to move.

Lennie kissed my hand. “Since we didn’t have a wedding reception in Vegas, I thought we could have one now. A vow renewal and then a proper party to celebrate.”

My eyes welled up as I looked around. The place was beautiful and decorated with every shade of pink imaginable, from the flowers to the table settings to the candles. There was even a rose carpet down the center of the room. It was over-the-top glam and so…me. This was the dream wedding I’d always wanted.

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