Page 43 of Covert Mission

Yet, I continue down the dark path that I have no right being on. My tone is brutal when I goad her. “Why don’t you want to talk about it?”

“Beast, I swear. I don’t know what high horse you rode in here on?—”

“It was a Toyota Tundra.”

Her eyes go electric.

My pulse pounds in response.

She smooths her hands over the front of her shorts as if that’s going to help her get control. “As I was saying, you think you can be all up in my business?”

“Yep.”

Fucking fuck. What alien has taken over my brain?

Camile has a point. Her calls aren’t any of my business. Or if she has a boyfriend.

That’s definitely none of my damned business.

My self-imposed job is keeping her ass out of danger. That’s it. Nothing more.

My face hardens until it feels like it might break.

Color rides up her cheeks. Her tiny little jaw muscle ticks.

It’s cute.

Cute?!?

Christ, why do I think everything about the woman is attractive?

I take a step back. “You can fix all your nosy, over-protective bodyguard woes by leaving town on your high horse.”

Her chin jolts back.

My hand clenches at my side. Why the fuck did I say that?

See…alien invasion. Talking all kinds of smack when I don’t want her to bug out. But damn, I want her safe.

I also want her out of my hair so I can do my job.

Grrrr.

Camile is burning a hole in my face with her laser focus. When I give her my attention, she bites out two words. “Not. Leaving.”

“Camile.”

She hisses at me. “Stop. Don’t say my name like that. Stop acting like a pea-brain mountain of muscle.” She flicks a hand. “Struttin’ ‘round like you rule the world.”

My brows lock together. “Pea-brain? So, we’ve stooped to kindergarten level now?”

The flattened line of her mouth morphs into a grimace. “That was kind of too far. I didn’t mean it.”

Oh, it’s fun watching her backpedal. Far more enjoyable than it should be. Even though I shouldn’t, I chuckle. “That temper gets you into trouble, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

“You have no idea.”

She crosses her arms and turns her head so she doesn’t have to look at me.

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