Page 51 of Just a Bit Guarded

“No, he wasn’t,” Will said, frowning. “He was sitting on the armrest.”

Scott gave him an incredulous stare. Had Will genuinely not noticed that Gadiel had been all over him or was he playing dumb now?

“Whatever,” he said. “The point is, why are you playing house with him?”

Will shot him a tight look. “Did you miss the part about his life being in danger? I’m his bodyguard.”

“He’s wearing your clothes,” Scott said.

Was that a hint of red on Will’s cheekbones?

“We had to leave Dubai in a hurry,” he said. “Gadiel didn’t pack a lot of clothes, so I’ve been letting him borrow mine.”

Scott frowned. All right, that made sense.

Pulling out his phone, Will glanced at the screen. “I shouldn’t have let him go alone,” he said under his breath, getting to his feet.

Scott scoffed. “He left five minutes ago, come on. Nothing is going to happen to him in five minutes!”

“You’re right,” Will said, but he walked to the window and looked at the street below. “He will be fine.”

Scott lifted his eyebrows. Will sounded as though he was trying to convince himself. It was so strange.

“So,” Scott said after a few minutes of silence. “When is this gig going to end?”

Will said nothing, still looking out the window.

“Will?”

Will said nothing.

“Will!”

“What?” Will said, sounding very distracted.

Scott stared at his back in confusion. Will had always been very responsible when it came to his job, but such obsessive behavior seemed a bit too much.

“It’s been fourteen minutes,” Will suddenly said, breaking the silence. “Something is wrong.”

Scott huffed, rolling his eyes. “Jeez, I don’t remember you being this controlling and paranoid with your other clients.”

He watched with increasing bemusement as Will started pacing the room. Pacing! Will never paced. Never.

“Twenty minutes,” Will said after a while. He picked up his gun holster from the table and clipped it to his belt. “I’m going after him. Stay here.”

Of course Scott didn’t stay there. He followed Will outside, ignoring Will’s exasperated look. He was great at ignoring it. He’d had a lot of practice.

Gadiel wasn’t in the store around the corner.

“Maybe he’s just left and we missed him on the way,” Scott said, eyeing Will cautiously.

He’d never seen him that worked up. He could actuallyseethe anxiety on his face, and that wasn’t fucking normal. Will was a pro at maintaining a calm facade no matter how worried he actually was.

“We wouldn’t have missed him,” Will said tersely, his eyes scanning their surroundings.

He walked to the street vendor nearby and asked her if she saw a young dark-haired guy in a gray T-shirt.

“The cute one with those baby-blues?” the woman said. “Yes, he went that way.”

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