Page 46 of Trust My Bodyguard

“It’s lovely to meet you, ladies.” Mom steps forward and holds a hand out for Ivy and then Iris. “How are you finding Pine Peaks?”

“It’s such a beautiful town,” Ivy says. “This is the first day we got to really see it.”

“Yes, and this store has the best treats.” Iris skips on the spot, bringing a smile to Mom’s face.

“You want to try something? I suggest the cinnamon rolls. They’re very good.”

“Can I?” Iris asks. “Eileen never allowed me to have anything sugary.”

“Who’s Eileen?” Mom frowns.

“My nutritionist.”

“She’s not here now.” Ivy takes her hand and pulls her along. “You can have all the cinnamon rolls and sweet treats you want.”

“The girl has a nutritionist?” Mom mutters, watching them go.

“It’s a long story.” I pat her arms. “Tell me, how are you?”

“Doing excellently. Apart from the fact that my lovely son who I have barely seen in years doesn’t stop by.”

“Mom, you know I’m working.”

“I know. And I still miss you.” She looks behind me. “If you bring over one of them for dinner I would be placated.”

I start to shake my head. “They are clients.”

“Really beautiful clients. Come on. I sensed a connection. When last were you on a date?”

I can’t remember. “Mom, no. Ivy won’t go for that.”

“I don’t remember saying a name.” She tilts her head to the side. “So there’s something there?”

I exhale and look over my shoulder. Ivy holds a small basket that’s quickly filling up with baked goods. Her eyes meet mine and stay that way for several seconds.

“There’s that connection,” Mom says.

“Mom,” I scoff and turn away. “Nothing’s happening.”

If we linger in here for too long, Mom would definitely find a way to convince me to seek something deeper with Ivy. I’m ashamed to admit I wouldn’t need much convincing. We should leave as soon as possible. Now.

I lean in and peck her cheek. “We’re just passing through. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay, son.” She has a knowing smile that I refuse to acknowledge.

Hours later, we return to the cabin.

Iris drags herself ahead of Ivy and me. “I’m so tired.”

“You should get some rest,” Ivy says. “I’ll put everything away.”

“Thanks.” She looks over her shoulder. “Thank you, Brody. I had a lovely time.”

I nod to her. “No worries.”

I remain on the porch and dart my gaze around the terrain. It’s getting dark quickly. I may miss something just standing there. I can’t be lured into a sense of false safety so I step out into the fading light and scan the area. It’s devoid of human life or anything suspicious.

When I return to the cabin, Iris is gone and Ivy is stacking up the treats in the refrigerator.

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