Page 105 of Receiving His Mercy
She would if he didn’t look like his head was about to explode just from learning about River.
“Sort of bodyguard?” he exclaimed. “What the fuck is a ‘sort of’ bodyguard?”
“Uh, I don’t know. Someone who just watches my back, I guess. Keeps me safe.”
“That guy? That guy is going to keep you safe? Does he have a background in guarding people in precarious situations? Has he done this before? Has he even been to the Middle East? Has he got a military background?”
“Um, well. I know that he has some experience with boxing?—”
“That is not going to help if you suddenly find yourself under siege or in the middle of a war, or being kidnapped for ransom.”
Wow. His mind really did go to the worst possible scenario, didn’t it?
“I’ve usually managed to get myself out of any precarious situations,” she murmured.
Mostly.
The last situation she’d been in . . . well, it had taken a lot to safely extract herself. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do that again.
But Aadan was a long way from Kazbrekistan. It wasn’t like they would just run into each other.
In the end, he’d let her go. It wasn’t like he was interested in her. She was the one with the hang-up. Who was scared that he might still want her.
Lord, she was being so silly.
“Where in the Middle East were you planning on going?” he asked in a quiet voice.
Caren winced, knowing this wasn’t going to go down well. “Kazbrekistan.”
“Kazbrekistan? Are you kidding me?” Travis stepped away so he could pace back and forth.
Not a good sign.
“Yes, I mean, no, I’m not kidding you.”
He spun and pointed at her. “You are not going there.”
Caren felt her temper stir. “You can’t actually tell me what to do, Travis.”
“I can when you belong to me. That body is mine. That brain is mine. All of you is mine. And I won’t have you getting blown to bits by going into some fucking war zone with only that dick to protect you.”
“River isn’t a dick,” she protested. “And I’m not helpless. I can keep myself safe.”
“Do you travel armed?” he demanded.
She bit her lip.
“Yeah. I didn’t think so.”
“Sometimes having a gun can make a situation worse.”
He simply shook his head and started muttering to himself.
“Then what do you suggest I do?” she finally asked.
“Not go.”
Caren sighed and ran her hand over her face as she felt a headache start to form.
