Page 51 of Trust My Bodyguard

“Hold on,” Ivy says. “Iris needs to hear this.”

Her hair flips as she spins around and heads upstairs. I spend more than a few seconds watching her walk away. Just moments ago, I had that firm ass in my hands. Now I have my handsjammed in my pockets to prevent me from doing something stupid like reaching for her again in the presence of everyone. It doesn’t help that my cock is still rock hard and aching to be inside her.

I turn back to my friends. Nick has a curious look on his face.

“You good?” He looks between me and Ivy.

I shrug. “Of course.”

Zane looks as though he has a different opinion but he keeps it to himself.

We settle around the table and seconds later, Ivy is leading out a sleepy Iris. It’s good to know our romp didn’t wake her up.

“What’s happening?” She rubs her eyes as she plops down on a chair. “Hi, Nick. Hi, Zane.”

Ivy takes the spot beside her and her eyes meet mine briefly. It’s a mere second but it’s long enough to spot the fear and worry. She’s nervous. I fold my hands in my lap. It’d be odd if I went around the table now and wrapped my arms around her, placing soft kisses on her head and telling her it’ll be alright.

Wait, where the fuck is that thought coming from anyway? I don’t do that. I’m the type to pass on bad news without blinking and expect you to suck it up because life is tough. But I don’t want the world to be tough for Ivy. She’s already seen too much shit between her job and family life. She deserves some good news.

“Get on with it, will you?” I snap at the guys.

“We will,” Nick says, watching me with a heavy dose of suspicion. “So, we found out who sent the threats to Iris—”

“Oh, god.” Iris is wide awake now. She covers her mouth with shaky hands. “You did? Is it someone I know? Is it—”

“Hey.” Ivy wraps an arm around her. “We’ll find out who, okay? Just let him speak.”

“Okay, okay.” Iris draws a deep breath and folds her hands so tightly her knuckles turn white. “Who is it?”

“It’s someone that worked closely with your former record label, as we suspected.”

Her eyes spin in her head as though she’s running through a list of people. “Do you have a name?”

“No, we don’t, but all signs point to them, whoever they are,” Zane says.

Ivy sighs. “That’s not good enough now, is it? We need to know they are.”

“Ivy’s right,” I say. “Who is this person?”

All eyes swing my way.

The spot between my shoulder blades stiffens. “What?”

“Seriously, man. Did you get hit in the head?” Nick squints at me.

“You’re siding with Ivy,” Iris explains, forgetting her worries.

It’s difficult to fight with the woman whose taste still lingers on my tongue. But saying that would only feed the fire that drives these nosy folks.

“Incorrect.” I keep my tone even. “I’m more concerned with getting to the bottom of our findings than bickering.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Ivy catches my eye, nerves dancing in hers. “So, Zane,” she moves the conversation along, “tell us. How are we sure they’ll get the right person?”

“Oh, they will.” Nick grins. “I forwarded all the information I gathered to Callum. He and his team have everything they need to catch this person. They can’t escape. He’ll get them.”

Doubt lingers in the sisters’ eyes.

Zane and Nick share a look.

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