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Example: Here Dylan was, shoving scent blockers into his nose and hoping for the best.

Cam’s scent was usually dull, a barely-there hint, a memory of honeyed vanilla that was often a little too sweet, a little too thick for Dylan.

Today, this evening, it was like walking through a wall of it.

Cameron’s heat was here, and they were in it for the long haul.

The sounds from the bedroom were muted, but it had faded into the background. He couldn’t exactly wear headphones, just in case something was wrong.

It was his job.

And he was happy to do it.

But he also felt… weird about it. Waiting out in the living room and trying to busy himself.

He tried to read, but when the plot turned explicit, he switched to cleaning.

His phone buzzed.How is everything?

I feel like a creep,he responded to Ashley.

Well, don’t be creepy.

Thank you for your endless wisdom.

Always.

Dylan sent her a photo of himself with the scent blockers in. They looked as obnoxious as they felt, white nose plugs doing their scent-canceling duty.

You look ridiculous.

Thank you, so flattering.

He felt her amusement through the bond, and laughed to himself.

Call and distract me?

Can’t be a good bodyguard if you’re distracted,her text read, but seconds later his phone rang and her contact photo appeared.

He swiped to answer.

“Hey, handsome,” she answered teasingly.

“How’s your evening?” he asked, leaning against the breakfast bar so he had a view of Cameron’s hallway.

After two months with no incidents, it wasn’t like Dylan was afraid of a fan breaking in, but…

You never know.

And he wouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating a situation at the expense of his client.

Again.

“Eh, it’s so-so,” she said, but Dylan felt her discontent through the bond.

“Bored?” he guessed.

Ashley sighed. “Yes! It’s just a few nights— not a big deal, I know.”

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