Page 2 of Found By Him

I turn to Tyler, who’s now watching something behind me with a pained expression.

“It’ll be okay. It was an accident,” I try to assure him once more, internally questioning what to do. I feel bad that he’s this stressed. His boss must be a piece of work. I do the only thing I can think of: awkwardly pat his arm and murmur what I hope are comforting words.

“You don’t know my boss. He’s kind of a hardass.” He takes a shaky breath. “If by some miracle I don’t get fired, I will be on office duty for months.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I don’t know what to say. He seems to think office work is a fate worse than death. Some days, I wouldn’t argue with him on that point. “I promise it’ll be okay. I’m sure your boss won’t fire you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” A deep, rumbling voice slithers over my skin.

I slowly shift to find the owner of the voice standing behind me, watching us.

I was wrong. His boss isn’t a piece of work. His boss is a work of art.

What in the hell are they feeding these men?

This one isn’t as tall as the one on my other side, but he’s just as wide. The black suit he’s wearing fits him to perfection. His white button-up shirt is tucked in, but the top three buttons are undone, revealing a light smattering of dark chest hair.

I flush hot as I think about how much I like that. I hate it when a guy shaves his chest. My eyes keep traveling up to the short, dark stubble covering a strong jawline. Dark-tinted sunglasses cover his eyes that I suddenly want to know the color of, and his hair is buzzed to a length I know would feel soft on my palm if I ran it over his head.

His eyebrows raise as he stares at my hand on his employee’s arm. Clearing my throat, I drop it quickly, trying not to seem guilty for touching this stranger. “Mr. Tyler’s Boss. I would like to ask you not to fire him. He seems like a good kid, and it was just an accident.”

“I’m not a kid,” Tyler grumbles from beside me, and I shoot him a glare.

Doesn’t he know I’m trying to help him?

The boss’s lips twitch as he stares at me. I really wish I could see his eyes. “I’m going to go talk to the cops,” he states simply, before turning away from us and walking to greet the two cops hovering by their car. Shaking hands with both of them, he pulls off his sunglasses. Then he’s turning toward us and pointing at Tyler. The hidden parts of his face don’t disappoint once they’re revealed. Where Tyler is attractive in a cute, endearing way, his boss oozes masculinity.

“What the hell do y’all do, Tyler?” I ask, my eyes not leaving the man who’s stealing my attention.

“Security stuff.”

That explains their muscular builds, but it sure doesn’t quell my curiosity to know more.

2

Jack

This is an unexpected turn of events.

When Tyler called to tell me that he was in a car accident, I was livid. I was in the middle of a meeting with some potential clients, and I left my partner, Nate Carson, to finish so I could deal with this mess. Tyler’s lucky he’s family, or I would fire him, regardless of the vixen begging me not to.

I didn’t expect to see the person he hit comforting him. The heat of jealousy that flooded my system when I saw her small hand on his arm was shocking.

I think I might be losing it.Maybe I need a vacation.

I glance over, barely listening, as the cop rattles off some information about the accident and report. Tyler and the woman are talking as if they’re old friends. She’s maybe 5’5” with a delicious figure. The yellow dress she’s wearing compliments her creamy skin and long dark hair. It fits tightacross her chest and flares at her waist, further accentuating her great tits and ass. I can’t see her thighs, but I bet they’re thick enough to make my mouth water.

“Here’s the report and their documents, Mr. Sanders.” The cop hands everything to me. “Let us know if you ever need anything.”

It helps when you work in security to be well known by the police in town. When Nate and I started Nash Security, we made every effort to set up meetings with police chiefs and sheriffs in Nashville and the surrounding areas. We maintain a good working relationship and have mutual respect. We’ve built a very successful business providing personal security for public figures and event security, and we assist with the planning and installation of high-end security systems.

It doesn’t leave me a lot of time for dating. It’s mostly just some hookups here and there. But I’ve been so busy recently that even those have been lacking. That’s probably why I’m having such a strong physical reaction to this woman. I peek down at her driver’s license.

Gisella Easton. Thirty-five years old. Lives in Germantown.

I pull out my cell phone as I walk back to the duo.

After one ring, I hear, “What’s up, boss?”

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