Page 48 of Duty and Desire
After Mo disappeared out the door, Hawk stopped there and turned back.
“Secret Service is also trained to put themselves in the path of the bullet,” Hawk said.
Shit.
“Right,” Smithie whispered.
“For that man on the mark, it isn’t about getting the target to safety. It’s about taking the bulletforhis mark. You with me?” Hawk asked.
That Mo guy was a leviathan, but he wasn’t bulletproof.
Goddamnedshit.
“I’m with you,” Smithie confirmed, because he had no choice.
Hawk studied him before he noted, “You haven’t asked me how much this is going to cost.”
“That’s because I don’t care,” Smithie told him.
They held eyes.
Hawk broke it by lifting his chin and exiting the room.
He shut the door behind him.
Slowly, Smithie sat in his chair.
He’d had trouble in the club from some assholes not long ago.
At the time, it had nearly broken him. He’d thought it had come in the form of a man’s worst nightmare about what could happen to women he held in his heart.
He’d been wrong.
CHAPTER 2
AS OFTEN AS I COULD
Lottie
When the doorbell rang, I was already mildly freaking out.
When I looked through the peephole and saw nothing but a black compression shirt covering a muscled chest, I got even more freaked out.
I was barefoot. My peephole was nearly at eye level. Regardless, it magnified the area outside it.
And still, all I saw was chest.
Right…
How bigwasthis guy?
“Who is it?” I shouted through the door.
“Mo!” was grunted back.
Okay, that was the name I was given.
“Squat down, I can’t see your face!” I yelled, still looking through the peephole.
