Page 63 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“What if I come visit?”

He stepped back out of my arms. His face turned a deep red hue. “You want to visit your home?”

My eyes widened and my heart slammed against my ribcage. “My home?”

“Yes, the moment I knew you’d be mine, my home became yours.”

I closed my eyes and fell against his chest. “What did I do to deserve a man like you?”

“Bombshell, I’m the lucky one.”

It was my turn to step back out of his embrace. “Catch?”

His brows lifted. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just need to ask you something. Bear with me. This is hard for me.”

“I never want you to be afraid to ask me anything.” He slipped a dark t-shirt over his head. It hugged his pecs as he pulled the hem lower.

“I planned to purchase a used Prius in a couple of months. I’m tired of not having a car.”

Catch’s jaw twitched. I knew he wanted to say something, but he let me continue.

“Can you buy the Prius for me?”

He slipped his fingers through his curls before pulling a baseball cap onto his head.

“Bianca, you’re asking if I can buy the used car you want?”

I visibly swallowed. “Yes.”

“No.” He barked.

I stumbled backward. Shocked at his answer. “Ok. I’ll wait. I can purchase it myself,” I muttered.

A hearty chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Baby, I’m not saying I won’t buy a car for you. I’m saying there’s no way I’ll purchase a used car for my woman. I already called my car guy. They found a new Prius. In that weird blue gray color, you like.”

My mouth dropped open. I was in complete shock.

“With the war going on I hadn’t been able to have the car delivered. He’s waiting for my call.” He squeezed my upper arms. “I assure you, before I return to New Jersey, you’ll have your car.”

I fell into his arms once more. “Thank you.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off me.

Depositing the money in small sums to my bank account wasn’t necessary anymore. Catch took that stress away.

“I’ll install a fire safe inside the floor. Fifty thousand in cash will be at your disposal. We’ll also open a bank account in your name once we’re married.”

I turned my face upward, staring into his eyes. “Catch, the car is enough. We aren’t getting married, so there’s no need to discuss bank accounts.” My smile rose and fell. “Let’s get my brother home.”

I left his warm embrace and darted out of the bedroom. “We can go to an electronics store in Naperville.”

My brother stood against the wall, smiling. “Yeah, we can’t go to the one on the South Side.”

I glared up at my brother as I brought a finger to my lips, hushing him. “Don’t.”

“What? Every time I go to that store, he asks about you.”

I stepped closer to Kam. “He’s innocent. Don’t get him killed,” I whispered.

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