Page 54 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Me too.” I chuckled.

“Hey, I’ll grab toiletries, a washcloth, and a towel. You can take this bedroom across the hall from me and Catch’s room. Place your clothes on the bed. I’ll wash them. If you need anything, let me know,” I stressed.

“Is your boyfriend like mega rich?”

I smiled. “Let’s just say money isn’t an issue for him.”

“Wow!” he grinned. “Catch has to be a pretty badass dude to know how to handle a sniper rifle. The guy also knows how to handle himself in intense circumstances.”

I sighed. “He certainly does.”

“Catch is my hero. I don’t know if I’d be here right now if it weren’t for him.” His lower lip trembled.

Heavy hands landed on Kam’s shoulders. I didn’t notice Catch approach.

“Kam, I’m happy I got you out of there. You remind me of myself. The way you stood up for your sister. That takes courage.” Catch smiled.

A wide grin crossed my brother’s lips. “I’d do anything for my sister.”

Catch pulled him into his arms. “I know you would, buddy.”

They hugged for a moment longer before stepping apart.

“Do you have the newest gaming system?” Catch asked.

My brother’s smile withered. “No. We can’t have a nice game system in our neighborhood. All it takes is the wrong person to learn about the system, then someone breaks into the house and steals it. I know because it happened a while back.”

“You’re not going back to that house,” Catch spat.

Kam’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

“How do you like the house you’re staying in?”

“Are you kidding? It’s really nice.”

“Well, it’s your new home for now. Until another house in the area comes available,” Catch said.

My brows rose. “Catch, you can’t.”

“I will.” His words held promise.

“On the way home, we’ll stop at the store and pick up two game stations. That way, you and your brother won’t have to fight over one system.”

“Thanks, Catch.” Excitement sparked Kam’s statement.

“It’s nothing. Now go get cleaned up,” Catch said. “Dinner will be here soon.”

My brother rubbed his hands together. “Good, I’m starving,” he admitted before stalking into the bedroom.

I waited until my brother was out of earshot. “Callum, you don’t have to buy my family anything. We are grateful for what you’ve done. It’s enough.”

He inched closer, staring down at me. Catch’s palms took my face and the padding of his thumb skated across my cheek, taking a runaway tear with it.

“I’d already planned to purchase your parents a home,” Catch admitted.

I wiggled my head, trying to break free from his touch. He firmly squeezed my cheeks. “I’m your forever, man. I told you before my money is yours.”

“No, Catch, it isn’t. You don’t have to buy off my family.”

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