Page 14 of Bodyguard Crush
I laugh. “I remember, but this is different.”
“Not so different where I’m standing, man.”
“Yeah, yeah. How is married life and the daddy thing going anyway?”
“Perfect. You better watch out, or you’ll be joining me soon,” he jokes.
I laugh. “Yeah, I highly doubt that.”
The bedroom door opens behind me, and I turn to see Abby walking out. She’s wearing a white nightgown that ends just above her knee. It’s low cut and only has tiny straps that go over her shoulders. Her long dark hair has been blow-dried and left to hang down her back in its natural curls.
“I gotta go,” I mumble, not giving him a moment to reply. I hang up the phone and slide it back into my pocket while reminding myself not to stare. “You ready for some dinner?”
She nods. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t mind if we ate on the couch and watched TV, would you? The sun really took it out of me today, and a formal dinner at a table sounds like more work than I’m willing to put in right now.”
I smile. “That’s fine by me. I’m just here to make sure you’re safe.”
She nods. “Good, ’cause I’m planning on it being an early night,” she says, walking down the stairs ahead of me.
I can’t keep my eyes off her ass as she walks in front of me. That thin cloth she calls pajamas sways back and forth with each step. Her hand is on the banister, and it’s gliding down smoothly with each step. My eyes take in every moment and detail, from her French-tipped nails to the pink polish on her toes.
I snap out of my daze about the time we’re walking into the dining room. I watch as she picks up her plate and loads it with pizza, wings, and breadsticks. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk. “Help yourself.”
I smile as I walk forward and pick up my plate. “Did you make a special request for dinner?”
She shrugs. “I can’t eat healthy all the time.” She turns and walks back toward the doorway. I notice there’s a big bucket full of ice and beer. She grabs the whole bucket and takes it with her. I finish loading my plate and follow her to the living room. She set the bucket of beers on the coffee table and sat on the couch, just flipping on the TV. She scrolls through the channels and lands on some chick flick, one of those that I’m sure will make her cry her eyes out.
Nevertheless, I have a job to do and pizza and beer to consume. This job isn’t so bad. I sit next to her on the couch and grab a beer. After popping the top, I take a long drink. “What are we watching?”
She looks at me with surprise. “It’sThe Notebook.” She gives me that look that tells me I should know what she’s talking about.
My eyes widen as I slightly shake my head.
“You’ve never seen or readThe Notebook?”
“No, I guess not. What’s it about?”
She laughs. “It’s a classic, Kaden.”
I shrug. “I’m sorry. I’m not into chick flicks.” I set my beer down and start on my pizza.
“You’re going to learn all about it today,” she says, setting the remote on the table.
“All right, but I’ll warn you. I’m not much of a crier.”
She snorts. “That changes today.”
“Challenge accepted.”
She smiles. “Bet?”
“What are we betting?”
She shrugs. “If you cry anytime throughout this movie, you have to take me to your secret spot this weekend. Even if this stalker thing isn’t cleared up.”
“Okay, and if I don’t cry?”
She shrugs. “What do you want?”
