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I start walking toward the car.“Nothing.Just doing my job.”
“What, glaring at innocent bystanders?”
“Keeping eyes off you,” I correct, opening her door.“You draw attention.I can’t protect you if you don’t notice that.”
Her brows lift.“So, I’m supposed to apologize for existing now?”
“Not what I said.”
She crosses her arms.“Sure sounds like it.”
I sigh, fighting a losing battle with my patience.“Look, Tinsel?—”
“There it is again,” she cuts in, smirking.“You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Not my fault it fits.”
She slides into the seat, all sass and soft perfume, tossing me a glance that lands squarely between challenge and flirtation.
“Careful, Mr.Kane.Keep calling me that, and people might start to think you’re the one who can’t stop looking at shiny things like me.”
I close her door, muttering, “That’s what I’m afraid of,” before walking around to the driver’s side.
Because the truth is—I can’t stop staring at her.
And that’s a hell of a problem.
Chapter5
Holly
En Route to The Stargazer Hotel
I tell myself having a bodyguard is ridiculous.
It was just a note.
Okay—a few notes.
But still.
Is it really worth all this trouble?
I mean, Noel Kane?
The guy looks like he eats bad guys for breakfast and uses their bones to stir his coffee.He’s completely out of my league, out of my depth, and about five inches taller than any man I’ve ever dated.And I like them tall.
He’s built like sin and discipline had a baby.Broad shoulders, big hands, the kind of chest that makes you think about bad decisions in dark corners.
That broody scowl of his should come with a warning label because every time he shoots it at me, my pulse does a full sprint.
And those eyes—God help me.
They’re this warm whiskey color that turns molten when he’s teasing me and sharp when he’s assessing a threat.
The man has a face made for trouble and a mouth made for even worse ideas.
He’s got this thick, dark hair that always looks a little mussed, like he either just rolled out of bed or just rolled someone into one.
