Page 58 of Trust My Bodyguard

“That’s not how it works. You can’t just carry a bunch of maximum point letters and…”

“Oh? There are rules now? I thought that we could use our imagination.”

She eyes me. “I’m calling Brody.”

My cheeks grow warm and I grab my mug to hide the impact hearing his name has on me. Sometime between last night and this morning, he slipped out of my bed and I have only seen him in passing since.

It’s almost as if he’s trying to avoid being in the same room with me. I can’t afford to obsess over his behavior so when Iris suggested a game, I agreed. I didn’t know he’d be added into the mix too not long after.

Before Iris can shout for Brody, a knock rattles the front door. She sucks her momentum back in and meets my eyes.

“Who could it be? Considering how the guys went home last night, they’re in no condition to be up and about this morning.” She presses her hand on her forehead. “I know I’m not.”

Same. But for a completely different reason. I had to use a hand mirror to check that Brody hadn’t rearranged my anatomy. If Iclose my eyes and stay still, I can still feel him deep inside me, fucking my brains out.

“My head hurts.” My sister’s words bring me back to the moment.

“You’re not even twenty-one yet. You shouldn’t have been drinking.” I press a hand to her forehead to test her temperature.

She bats my hand away. “I have been around more drinks and party favors than you have. I’m alright.”

I frown.

“I didn’t do it. I was just around it.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.”

The knock comes again.

“Should we tell Brody?”

My heart skips a beat. “Why? Tell him what?”

“That someone’s at the door.” She eyes me.

“Don’t worry.” I stand. “I’ll get it. We’re safe, aren’t we? They should have caught the bad guy by now.”

Iris keeps looking at me weirdly. The smile on my face must fail to convince her that nothing is up. What am I saying? Nothingisup. Well, aside from the fact that I had the most mind-blowing sex with Brody last night and we can’t even maintain eye contact this morning. Nope, nothing is up.

Another knock comes just before I unlock and pull the door open. A man I’ve never seen before stands on the porch.

“Hello.”

“Hello. I’m Sergeant Crams.” He flashes his badge. “Detective Callum sent me to accompany you and your sister back to Denver. I’m guessing you are Iris?”

“No. Ivy.” I give him my hand. “Ivy Ross. Come in.” I step aside to let him through.

He dusts off the specks of freshly fallen snow on his jacket. “You took some time to get to the door. I worried for a moment that he got to you before the team got him in custody.”

“What? Who?”

His smile falters. “The one sending the threats. It’s been resolved. That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh. Please, come in.” I lead the way back to the living room.

Brody is here now. The strong arms he wrapped around me last night are folded across his chest, muscles popping. His eyes sweep past me to focus on the sergeant.

“Good or bad news?” he demands.

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