Page 62 of The Proposal
He glances at his watch. “It’s about eight o’clock at night in Nashville.”
“And what time is it here?”
“Eleven in the morning. I …”
Our attention is redirected to movement inside the house.Foxx. Renn’s security detail.
Why do gorgeous men only show up when I’m unavailable?
I was introduced to Foxx Carmichael in Vegas, shortly before we left for the airport. He’s tall, with dark blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a jawline cut from granite. He’s not rude, nor is he kind. I can’t tell if he’s pissed off or quietly entertained. I think Foxx has been with us since we left Vegas, but this is only the second time I’ve seen him.
He’s a mystery.
“The driver left your luggage in the foyer, and the llama is on top of your suitcases,” Foxx says. “I’ve secured the premises. Mr. Landry advised me that you prefer me to stay off-site. Is that correct?”
“Well, I mean, thisismy honeymoon, Foxx,” Renn says jokingly.
Foxx’s lips twitch.
“I know this area well,” Renn says. “We’ll be good on our own for the most part. But if Blakely wants to do something alone, I want you to go with her.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, my head whipping to my husband. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
He taps my nose. “Well, you’re getting one, anyway.”
I huff. “We’re going to talk about this.”
“Looking forward to it,” he says, grinning before turning back to Foxx. “I’ll call you if I need you.”
Foxx nods.
“Thank you, buddy,” Renn says, moving across the patio. “I appreciate you coming at the last minute.”
Foxx shakes Renn’s hand. “It’s my pleasure. I was afraid I would get sent with Brynne Abbott to Cabo.”
“You don’t like Mexico?” I ask.
“Mexico is fine. I take instructions from her husband. She, on the other hand, does not.”
I laugh.
Foxx nods again and slips out the front door.
“He’s an interesting individual,” I say, following Renn inside the house.
“He has an interesting background.”
“Oh,do tell.”
“Can’t, cutie. That’s not my story to share.”
“Come on,” I say, hopping on the gray and white stone counter. My feet swing back and forth. “I wanna know.”
He plants a hand on either side of me. “No.”
I grin. “It sounds way more interesting than Tate.”
Renn growls, making me laugh.
