Page 27 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door

I prayed for a sinkhole to swallow me whole.

“Well, you clearly have great taste,” I said to Delaney. “And I'll get a bottle of Dom sent over ASAP. On the house.”

“Oh you don't have to—” Carter started.

“I insist.” Anything to get me the hell out of here.

Then a text appeared on my screen.

I clicked it immediately looking for a distraction.

Beck:

Stop running in the middle of the goddamn night. It isn’t safe.

My brain took a few seconds to comprehend the message.

Excuse me?

That bastard.

“Excuse me, I have to take this.” I gestured to my phone because damn if that little text from Beck didn’t send a jolt of dopamine straight through my body. “Have a good rest of your night.”

I ignored the look of confusion that swept over Carter’s face and started heading to my office as I reread the text.

Beck:

Stop running in the middle of the goddamn night. It isn’t safe.

How does he know I run at night?

Beck

You set off my motion detector at 1 am last night and at 3 am the night before.

I frowned, fingers itching to respond.

Luna

I’m not sure that’s any of your business.

Beck

You’re interrupting my sleep, which makes it my business.

I gasped at his audacity.

Luna

YOUR business? I’m sorry, but my running habits are exempt from your business.

Beck

You're my neighbor, which means you're my business.

I scoffed, head shaking as my fingers flew across the screen.

Luna

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