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Completely flummoxed by this man, she searched for the fury from earlier but could not find it. An apology might fix this, but she still had an issue with him. “I’m sorry for my part in how things went down between us today. With that being said, I want to know your real reason for following me around. Don’t waste my time with the bodyguard explanation.”
All signs of teasing and humor fled. He lifted his shoulders. “I don’t know what you want to hear. I’m doing my job. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“No. You appear in the middle of my life like it’s normal and on Beckham’s team to boot. Are you here to snoop around in my life, or do you think I had anything to do with those guard deaths?” She wouldn’t give up.
He shoved a narrow-eyed look her way. “I would never falsely accuse anyone of anything.”
She mentally reeled from him taking a dig at how she’d gotten him in trouble with the cops, but she held back from retaliating. She’d let him get it all out.
“I’m working for a group who have shown me more decency than anyone else in my life. My pack leader runs security and rescue operations sometimes. I was asked to help him. If I learn anything about those deaths, I will report it to him. Is that clear enough?”
She snapped her mouth shut. Damn him.
Why was he still so angry? She apologized. What else could she possibly have done to cause this man to go from teasing to furious in a blink?
She would be justified in shouting at him. Right?
That would not be helpful right now.
Above all, she wanted to know why he had crushed her heart. Why had he gotten her hopes up and then left without a word? She deserved the truth.
That would likely be a waste of time. He’d probably dismiss her as a whiny celebrity.
She dropped her head back to stare up at the tall bank building next to them. Evening had shown up sooner than expected because of storm clouds gathering overhead, turning everything dark. She had to get moving, but oddly, this had been more casual conversation than she’d shared with anyone in a while, even if he did irritate her.
Pulling her chin back down, she said, “I’m tired. Let’s call it a night.” She made a move to step around him, and he blocked her path.
Her wolf growled inside her. Pixie rarely growled unless they were in danger.
His scent locked up her brain when he leaned close to say, “I now realize you meant me no ill will today. Thanks for clearing that up.”
“You’re welcome,” came out breathless. Oh, great. She hated to embarrass herself, but she clearly lacked the ability to channel her inner control freak around him.
Chiseled lips moved slightly, enough to make her wonder what caused that action. She’d been so busy staring at his mouth, she’d lost track of the conversation until Pixie told her,He should not come up with us.
“What?” Eirene mumbled, leaning back from him.
“I said I need to follow you up to your unit and ensure your apartment is clear of any threat.”
Thank goodness Pixie had been paying attention. Eirene shut that down with a firm, “No. I’ve been clearing it myself since I moved in. You can watch out down here.”
She stepped past him this time only to hear, “I can find my own way in.”
Part of her wanted to throw down a bet.
Her apartment building had some of the best security in the city, thanks to a man living there who also worked in upper management at the high-end security company contracted to protected the residents and building. She continued walking until she reached the entrance and greeted the silver-haired gentleman with impeccable manners who opened the door for her.
She never looked back.
With rain coming, she couldn’t see Corbin standing out here all night.
The longer she spent away from his mesmerizing scent, the more her head settled back into a functioning unit. Everyone in the know understood that she’d agreed to humans only on her security team.
Had Beckham brought in two shifters to sniff out who could be attacking his men? Could that be the only reason?
Or did Beckham think she was behind the deaths because she wanted no bodyguards?
That possibility sent her blood pressure shooting up again.
