Page 20 of The Bombshell and the Bodyguard
“Absolutely. And I’ll tell her the good news that you’re her new bodyguard.”
“I’m sure she’ll be delighted,” I quipped and headed for the door.
Chapter Seven
Sedate and Reliable
Jessica
I was furious.
Practically stomping up the boarding steps into the private jet, I stowed my carry-on under my seat and fell into the soft leather with a grunt.
The last thing I’d expected to hear this morning was that I’d be going on a trip—with Wilder. I mean, the guy could barely be bothered tolookat me much less make conversation. This was going to be one awkward flight.
“Why can’t you tell me where we’re going?”
In the seat across from me, Wilder offered me a patient, if not pleasant, smile.
“Because to keep you completely secure, I need to make sure no one knows where we’re going. I didn’t even tell Hap.”
“But I’m the one who’sgoingthere. It’s not like I’ll tell anyone.”
“Can I see your phone please?” he extended his hand.
Baffled, I pulled the device from my purse and handed it to him. He started scrolling through my text messages.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.
“Did you call any of your friends last night? Did you text anyone and tell them what’s going on?”
My face heated with embarrassment, like I was a seventh grader who’d been caught passing notes in class. “Well... I had to since you wouldn’t let me check in on social media or anything. I was afraid they’d think I was dead. I also informed my agent and manager I’ll be out of contact for a while.”
Wilder sighed. “I’ll need all their names, numbers, and addresses. Anyone else? Is there a significant other who’s going to be trying to track you down and causing trouble when he can’t?”
The flames beneath my skin burned even hotter. “No,” I bit out. “Not at the moment.”
“What happened to that hockey player?” He smirked. “Or was he just fodder for a new break-up song?”
Now I felt hot for a different reason. Anger. “We weren’t a good fit. And no, I’mnotwriting a song about it.”
The song was already finished, thank you very much, so technically, I wasn’t writing it.
A pleased expression crossed Wilder’s face, which somehow looked even more beautiful, in spite of the sleepless night. There was a bit of scruff on his chin and jawline, and his hair looked rumpled, as if he’d run his hands through it repeatedly over the past few hours.
He slid the back panel of my phone open and took out the battery, making a show of slipping it into his own pocket before returning the useless device to me.
He’s mocking me, the gorgeous jerk.
“Do you really think I’d tell someone our top-secret destination? I realize this may come as a shock to you, but I’m not stupid. And I’m not some silly little pre-pubescent tween who can’t wait to gossip to her friends. I’ve grown up, you know.”
Wilder gave me a significant glance. “I’m well aware of that.”
A wobbly sensation filled my mid-section. I counteracted it by doubling down on my annoyance.
“What are you even doing here?” I challenged. “I thought you were handing off the assignment to your right-hand man or something.”
“I changed my mind.”
