Page 18 of Deceiver

“Hey,” I say, answering it. “Tell me you’ve got something for me.”

“I have someone who is going to come and look out for you. A friend of mine. He’s no longer working as an officer, but he’s trustworthy and lives close by. He’s happy to help out.”

“A bodyguard,” I mutter. “Fun.”

Nathan chuckles. “Trust me, when you see him, I don’t think you’ll be sad.”

Meaning ...?

“Well, I appreciate it,” I say, because I mean that.

“I know you do. He’ll be over later tonight; his name is Remy.”

I thank him once more, and we finish up the call. Leo and I head into his house, and I explain that I will have some extra protection. A look of relief floods his face, and I can’t help but feel bad that he has had to put himself out for me. He’d do anything for me, I know that, but he has a life, too.

I’ve just gotten into my pajamas when a knock at the door sounds.

That must be Remy.

Nathan said he would be over tonight, but considering it’s nearly midnight, I figured he had just confused his words.

Frowning, I walk over to the door and open it.

My breath is ripped from my lungs.

Standing in front of me is, quite possibly, one of the most incredible looking men I’ve ever seen in my life. Not because he’s rugged and dangerous, but because he’s so well put together, that every one of his features looks as though he has been hand-sculpted by God himself.

“You must be Bonnie.” Extending a hand, he reaches for me, but I’m too stunned to speak. “I’m Remy.”

Snap out of it, Bonnie.

I reach out and take his hand, still dumbfounded.

Remy is tall, dark, and handsome.

Those words though, they’re only scratching the surface.

He’s got to be at least six feet tall and made up of solid muscle. His arms, his torso, everything my eyes run over, is firm and ripped. He’s wearing a pair of military pants and a black shirt that hugs his chest in ways that can’t be unseen. His hair is as black as the night, messy and curling at the ends, strands falling over his forehead. His eyes are the starkest green I’ve ever seen and when combined with a shadow of stubble on his chin, makes them even brighter. His skin is olive and completely clean from what I can see. He’s ...spectacular.

“I ... I wasn’t expecting you so late,” I manage, my voice shaky.

“I just finished up a shift at the military base.”

“You’re in the military?” I ask, dropping my hand back to my side.

“I am. Going on my third year now.”

“Nathan said you used to be a police officer?”

“It wasn’t for me.” He smiles, flashing perfect white teeth.

“So, ah, you’re going to do what exactly?”

He reaches down, lifting a duffel and giving me a look that has me weak at the knees. “I’m your new protection. I work from lunchtime daily until midnight, and then I’ll be here to make sure you’re safe.”

“You’re staying here?” I squeak.

“If that’s okay with you? I can be around during the day until lunchtime and then I believe you go to work not long after? I will then return at night, around when you finish. Is that okay?”

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