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An alarm goes off in my head. Mia is an attorney with the county. “Which prosecutor?”

“The best one we have,” he says. “Mia James.”

No way. I can’t take this job. Protecting Mia means spending time with her. A lot of time. I’m not signing up for that torture.

“I may have a conflict in my schedule,” I say.

“Okay,” he says after a brief pause. “But I’ve heard you’re the best. I want the best for her.”

“Yeah?” When he puts it like that, it’s impossible for me to say no. There’s no one else I would trust Mia’s safety with, especially after seeing that prick put his hands on her outside the convenience store. “Send the email,” I say, throwing my truck into gear. “I’ll take the job.”

CHAPTER 13

Let Me Take Care of You

After a long day at work, followed by a dress fitting where I’d been warned not to gain a single ounce before the wedding, the only thing I want is a glass of wine and a romance novel.

I pull into my condominium complex and wind along the meandering streets to my section, trying to put Chelsea and her annoying comments about my figure out of my mind. She’s ordered matching swimsuits for us to wear and let me know I still had time to get my bikini body.

When I pull into my parking area, I immediately notice the familiar motorcycle parked in the lot. The man sitting on the bike has his back to me, but there’s no mistaking Jay.

Black denim, black leather, with a side of sexy. He’s perfectly wrong for me, but oh so delicious.

Don’t trip.

Don’t drool.

He climbs off the bike and shakes out his hair.

Fucking hell.

He is the hottest man of the year. Who am I kidding? I can’t deny how much I want him. He’s seduction on legs. When he strides toward me, shifting his helmet from hand to hand in afidgety gesture, I see the longing in his gaze and liquid pools between my thighs.

He must be here to beg me for another chance. Has he been thinking about me non-stop? Thank God he didn’t listen when I told him to forget me. He stops a foot in front of me, his body radiating tension and barely concealed restraint.

“Jay. What are you doing here?”

His eyes soften, dropping down my face and lingering on my lips. “Waiting for you.”

And just like that, I’m slick with desire. “Why?”

He steps closer, lowering his face to whisper in my ear. “I’m your bodyguard.”

The hair on the back of my neck stands up. “What?”

He places his hand on my shoulder and gently turns me toward my unit. “Let’s talk inside.”

His hand is firm, guiding me toward my unit. “Wait. You’re what?” I sputter, trying to fit the pieces together. Jay isn’t here to win me over, he’s here on a job. A job I didn’t approve of. I’m going to kill Jordan. I whip out my phone. “No way.”

“Yes,” he says, stopping in front of my door and scanning the parking lot behind us. “Let’s talk inside. I don’t know how safe it is out here.”

He’s right. It’s better to take this discussion indoors away from any nosy neighbors who might want to get an eyeful of Jay. Who could blame them?

I open the door to my condo, and Jay goes in first. He strides through my living room into my kitchen and peers out the blinds to the tiny patio.

“This is ridiculous.” I follow him, clamping my hand on his arm as he reaches for the back door. “You can’t be my bodyguard.”

His arm stiffens under my hand. “Why not?”

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