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“I don’t mind giving you a ride to both,” Rogan said. “Uber’s going to be rough at this time of day. I know the back roads.”

“Sure,” I said. “Okay.”

But in my head, I was thinking,I’m the one who wants to give you a ride.

16

Heather

I said goodbye to the children—Cora gave me a hug, which made my heart melt—and then followed Rogan downstairs to their SUV. As soon as we got inside, he leaned across the console, cupped my cheek, and gave me a deep kiss.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all day,” he said afterward.

“Me too.” I licked my lips. “I probably taste like crayons and fingerpaint.”

“You taste amazing.” He proved it by giving me another, quicker, kiss. “What’s your apartment address?”

Before I could give him the full address, his phone rang. “HLS Security, Rogan Holt speaking.”

He nodded, said a few words, then hung up. “Work emergency. Be right back.”

Rogan got out and rushed back inside. A few minutes later, it was Brady who emerged and jumped in the driver’s seat. He had changed into jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket over it all.

He smiled widely at me. “Rogan said you need a lift.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that…”

“Nah, it’s nothin’. Don’t sweat it.” He put his hand across the back of my headrest and twisted to look backwards while he went in reverse. “I know the back roads better than Rogan. Just tell me where we’re heading and I’ll get you there faster than Nomar.”

I had no idea who Nomar was. Especially since he pronounced itno-maah.But I did know that I was disappointed Rogan wasn’t driving me anymore.

So much for some sexy time at the hotel,I thought.

Sure enough, traffic wasterribleat that time of day, especially driving over to my apartment. But Brady avoided the interstate and took back roads everywhere, managing to avoid most of the lights. He also drove like a maniac, but there was a method to the chaos. He was always in control.

That’s what I kept telling myself, anyway.

“How was your day?” I asked.

He looked sideways at me. “The last persons who asked me that followed it up by pelting me with Play-Doh.”

I groaned. “Sorry about that. At least they remembered the part we rehearsed. It took over an hour to get them to do it, believe it or not.”

“Oh I believe it. My Dustin is stubborn as all get out. Just like his namesake, Dustin Pedroia.”

“Dustin who?”

“Dustin Pedroia!” He looked at me like I was pulling his leg. “The best goddamn second baseman to ever put on a Sox uniform. He was a stubborn little gym rat, too. Figures my Dustin is the same.”

“Ah, I see. So your day was good?”

“My day wasmostlygood,” Brady explained. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, which made his bicep flex out of his shirt. “We signed all the paperwork with Amirah Pratt. She’s the lady you pretended to be the other night. I shadowed her all afternoon to give her an idea of what to expect from a typical bodyguard. Then one of our other guys will watch her tonight. We’ll establish a rotation after that. So, yeah. Mostly good.”

“Youguarded her?” I asked. “Do you always give clients the personal treatment? Or is it because she’s a hot young actress?”

Brady chuckled. “Ain’t gonna lie. She’s hot as fuck. She’s a good actress, don’t get me wrong, but her looks are the real reason she got that Netflix gig.”

Brady changed lanes and made a sharp left turn down a side street, then continued. “But naw. We’re giving her special treatment for a few reasons. One, she’s a new client at The Weiman Agency. We want to impress them so we get their other clients, instead of Heimdall stealing them away. And two, I was covering her personally because of the nature of the threats she’s been getting.”

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