Page 69 of High Value Target

“She dropped $50k shopping the other day without blinking an eye. You think she’s going to settle for sales from the big box chain in the future?”

“None of that is important to her, I’m telling you. Buying all that stuff? She’s just doing what’s expected of her.”

“Well, that’s not me. I’ll never be what they expect from her. What happens then? She loses her family over me?”

Kiley lit up a cigarette. “You’re overthinking this.”

“Am I?Really?”

“Sometimes love happens between two people no one on the outside can understand. But that doesn’t matter. Love is love, and it’s stronger than anything else on this planet. Give it a chance. See where it goes.”

He huffed out a laugh. She was tempting him to risk his heart again, and that might be the hardest thing for him to do. “Says the girl who just got her heart broken.”

She pointed her cigarette at him. “I’ll tell you one thing, that asshole is not going to make me hesitate to take a chance when the next guy—who may turn out to be Mr. Right—comes along. You gotta kiss a lot of frogs.”

He chuckled. “Right.”

She reclined in a cushy chair and put her feet up on the table. “I like youbodyguard dude.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll stop calling her Miss. Wyatt.”

“Promise?”

“If you try to make me pinkie promise, I’m leaving.”

Tinsley returned with three wine glasses and a corkscrew. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing. Grady was showing me how to build a proper fire, weren’t you?

“Yes, ma’am. It’s all in the way you stack it.”

“Fascinating. Come open the wine.” Tinsley held out the corkscrew.

Grady stood and took it from her hand. He popped open both bottles, then grabbed a glass. “What’ll you have, Tinsley?”

She smiled at the use of her name. “White, please.”

“Kiley?”

“Red, darling.”

He grinned and filled them all, then raised his glass. “Here’s to day drinking.”

Kiley raised hers. “Amen. Why limit happy to just an hour, I always say.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Tinsley added.

“So, bodyguard, ever been married?” Kiley asked.

“Thought we had a deal.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “Grady, have you ever been married?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Wait. What deal?”

“Never you mind.” Kiley looked back at Grady. “Can I ask your opinion on something, as a man?”

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