Page 87 of The Bodyguard

He opened her door and quickly inspected the small space. She followed him. A suitcase waited to be unpacked. She wondered what she would find—good shampoo and conditioner, she hoped. A cell phone waited for her on the desk.

Sawyer handed her the key card to her room. “Knock or text if you need anything.”

She needed him to stay as much as she needed a shower to wash away this crazy day. The memory of showering with Sawyer replayed quickly in her mind. Hot water and hotter kisses. Their touches. Angela shivered. “If you’re not tired of me, we could get dinner later?”

He grabbed her waist like in the elevator, but this was a thousand times needier. She tilted her head back and waited for whatever he might say. His face promised it was a lot. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and let his lips linger there. His palms ran up and down her sides until he released her. “We’ll get dinner.”

Then he was gone.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

With a towel wrapped around Sawyer’s waist, he stepped out of the steamy bathroom and heard his new cell phone buzz. Angela’s name was the only one he wanted to see on the screen, and it wasn’t lost on him that he couldn’t shake the warm and needy feeling when he saw that it was her.

“Ready for dinner already?” he answered.

“No.” She made a sound as though he had a screw loose. “Sawyer, there’s a gorgeous dress in my closet.”

He laughed. “Oh yeah?”

“I mean, it’sgorgeous. Please tell me that you and Parker have worked out some secret rendezvous point at an opera house or something.”

“Not that I know of, sweetheart.”

“I have to wear it somewhere.”

“Well…” He opened his closet and glanced at the options hanging in it. They were far more interesting than the standard-issue pants and shirts he’d found in his suitcase. “You could wear it to dinner?”

“Where are we going?”

“The hotel restaurant? I don’t know.”

“You’re killing me, Sawyer. Please don’t do that. You’ve done too much to keep me alive. Now you have to take me somewhere to show off this dress.”

He laughed and eyed the suit hanging in the closet. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had to wear nice clothes for the job before. Sometimes, it felt as though the security gigs in Abu Dhabi and Dubai required him to wear a tuxedo or dark suit more often than not. But Sawyer didn’t know why there would be anything like that for this job in North Carolina. “Let me figure out if Parker has some grand plan first.”

“I’m going to shower with all my fingers and toes crossed.”

“What for? That Parker’s sending us to the opera, or I figure out something for dinner other than the hotel bar?”

“Both.”

He laughed and then eyed the suit hanging in the closet. Sawyer had no desire to dress up. He’d be happy to wear sweats and order room service. Then again, he’d be more than happy to see Angela in a dress that made her giddy. That laughter of hers did amazing things to him. Sawyer meandered to the closet and eyed the suit. It did nothing for him. Angela did a lot. He called Parker. “The rooms are great.”

“They should be. Great location. Excellent security.”

Everything that Sawyer would want in a temporary holding location. Still, his thoughts were drawn to leaving the hotel for a night on the town. He rolled back on his heels, still eyeing the closet. “I didn’t see new weapons or Kevlar.”

“Ha,” Parker snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, I can’t make everything arrive immediately.”

All things Sawyer knew, just as he knew they were safer inside their hotels. Then again, he expected they would have been safe inside asafehouse. “Have you figured out how we were compromised?”

“No,” Parker lamented. “But you better believe I’m working on it.”

“Any new Mylene intel?”

“Actually…” Parker drew out. “Maybe. But I don’t want to get Angela’s hopes up. Let me wait a little longer and see what turns up.”

Sawyer should have pushed, but he didn’t want the real world intruding again. “All right.”

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