Page 32 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
“Where is Princess?”
Another knock.
“On my bed,” signed Jordan.
Andrew signed back. “Do you want me to take her out or tell Rod it was a false alarm?”
I want you to stay here.Not going to happen for so many reasons. “Take her out. A false alarm will only make them suspicious.”
Andrew shifted his weight. “Will you go get her?”
More knocking.
Jordan hurried to her room and scooped up Princess. Andrew waited near the coffee table with the leash. Princess’s ears perked up.
“Come on, girl. Let’s see if you’re as good an actress as your owner.”
Jordan shut the door behind them, walked into the kitchen, and pulled down two mugs. Reluctantly, she put one back. As much as she wanted company, she knew Andrew wouldn’t stay when he brought Princess back, even if Rod wasn’t knocking on the door every ten seconds.
* * *
Andrew carried Princess back up in the elevator and found Rod and Stu waiting outside Jordan’s room.
“No need to go in this time,” said Stu as he knocked on Jordan’s door.
Andrew set the dog down and handed Jordan the leash.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
Stu put his foot inside Jordan’s door. “Next time, make the handoff quicker. Paul asked me to remind you that your contract forbids males in your room late at night.”
“Tell Paul I’m aware of my contract.” Jordan nodded and glared at Stu’s shoe.
Andrew heard the dead bolt slide into place and turned to leave.
“Not so fast, Hastings. Rod said you were in the room for over ten minutes and we didn’t pick up anything on our sound.” The folded arms and wide stance Stu meant to intimidate Andrew with fell short of its desired goal.
“It takes a while to communicate when one doesn’t want to be overheard. Remove the bugs, Stu. Miss Lee has a right to privacy in the entire suite.” Not waiting for a response, Andrew headed for the stairwell.
Once he was in his room, he texted Jordan.
Have a good night.
—Thanks for the hot chocolate.
Anytime.
He meant it more than he should.
13
For the secondnight in a row, Jordan dialed Andrew’s number. She’d anticipated calling him all day. Last night’s first conversation was unlike any experience she’d ever had. For two hours she hadn’t worried about how she looked in her pajama pants, T-shirt, and messy bun or how she sounded, even to whoever was listening in. His response to her second call was everything a knight-in-shining-armor response should have been.
At lunch today, he’d handed her a grocery bag filled with three different varieties of hot-cocoa mix. Jordan hit the button to call Andrew.
“Hello, Princess.” Andrew’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine.
