Page 91 of The Light to My Darkness (The Light to My Darkness 1)

"Kids." Porter shrugged his shoulders. "You know how they are."

"Porter, you don't have any kids."

"Yeah, but I certainly hang out with Briggs' kid enough."

I laughed. "She's an angel. Whereas my daughter thinks something possessed by the devil is residing in our home."

"That's not true."

I suddenly wished my orange juice was something stronger. "I already know what's going to happen this afternoon. Rob's going to try to drop her off and she's going to put up a fight and scream at the top of her lungs. God, I hate that noise. When does James' flight arrive?"

"His plane should touch down around 2. William will be waiting for him at the terminal."

I bit the inside of my lip. William. My stomach seemed to churn again. I was starting to feel guilty that we were going to have to let William go. How was he going to take it?

"Before I forget, I have those resumes you requested," Porter said and handed me a stack of folders.

"Wow. I didn't realize there'd be so many."

"And those are just the vetted ones. A lot of good men in there. Lots of ex military."

"So tons of serious men like you that want me to call them by their last names?"

"Exactly." He gave me a smile.

"Well, let's find one with a soft side like you." I opened the top folder.

"A soft side?" Porter laughed. "I'd beg to differ."

I looked up at him. "You just had my home searched for snakes on a whim of mine. You're a sweet guy."

He shook his head. "Check out folder twelve. I have a feeling you'll like him the most. I should get back to my post."

"Thanks for everything, Porter." I picked up the stack of resumes and walked into my office. I had a few hours before Scar came home. Hopefully I could get a little writing done first. I dropped the stack of folders down on my desk and switched on my computer.

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My eyes kept glancing at the time instead of focusing on the words I was writing. My ability to concentrate was officially gone. Besides, Rob would be here any minute, depending on when he was able to get away.

I pulled out the folder labeled with a twelve. I could at least get started on sorting through these. I opened up the folder. A picture of Ian stared back at me. What? I flipped to the write-up Porter had made and scanned the information. Ian had served in Iraq for three years. He was honorably discharged after a gunshot wound. He passed the written admissions test for Quantico, but failed the physical examination due to the damage in his left knee from the previously mentioned gunshot wound in Iraq. And last, he was a former member of Mr. Hunter's security detail.

Security detail. Ian wasn't a driver at all. How had I not known that? He had served our country and gotten injured. And he couldn't follow his passion of being an FBI agent because of his injury. I felt a pang of guilt. I should have known this. Why hadn't James told me?

I picked up my phone and clicked on Porter's name. He answered in one ring.

"Read the file?" Porter asked.

"Ian was one of you."

"Technically, he was my boss."

Ow. Why was this conversation making my chest hurt? "And William?"

"Also a member of your security detail. James asked me not to divulge this information to you. He didn't want you to know how much the security detail had implemented themselves in your everyday life. But I can't help it if you requested the files."

"Why did you want me to know?"

"Because you should know that Ian isn't just a driver. He's overqualified for the position, really."

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