Page 13 of Dreaming About Forever

Well, one of her homes.

Jordan stayed close to her side until they reached her car. Alexander, one of her drivers, stood rigidly beside the black vehicle. He was well into his forties and sporting a silver fox look that made him the topic of many media bits when they wanted a headline that was out of the ordinary.

“Miss Carver,” he said as he opened the door for her.

“Alicia,” she whispered with a grin before dipping into the car.

She had a long-running game with Alexander. He put up walls, and she stepped over them.

Sweetly, of course.

Alicia settled in the leather seat, and Jordan took the one beside her. His broad shoulders filled his side of the back seat, and her skin tingled from the nearness.

“Lillian usually sits back here with me,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t be offended that she didn’t want to sit beside him.

Because shedidwant to sit beside him. Her curiosity was running wild, and the man who hadn’t strayed more than five inches from her since they walked out of her penthouse was a mystery she wanted to solve.

“She’s riding in the vehicle with your luggage,” Jordan said.

Well, that was news to Alicia, since Lillian just told them she would be down in a minute. “How do you know?”

Jordan pointed to his smart watch, then the simple earphone over the shell of his left ear. “She texted.”

Alexander slid into the driver’s seat and started slowly out of the parking garage.

Just like that, they were off. No reason to be nervous.

Right?

“Okay then,” Alicia said, pulling out her phone. Sure enough, there was a text from Lillian in a group chat with another number.

Jordan’s number.

She rested the phone in her lap and sighed. Lillian usually talked while they rode, preparing her for whatever interview or event they were heading to, but Jordan was the only one who knew about Taylor Ranch, and he was a statue beside her.

Alicia swallowed and glanced at him. His big biceps were probably as hard as a statue too.

Ugh. It would be a lot easier if her new bodyguard wasn’t attractive. She’d never had a single zing of attraction with someone who worked for her or with her until now. Nothing.

She could even argue that Ashton didn’t make her weak in the knees. He’d always just been Ashton to her. Not Ashton Warner, A-list actor andSpotlight Magazine’s‘Hottest Man’ of the year.

Ashton wore a suit like he was a piece of art, unique and untouchable.

Jordan wore a suit like the thing was part of his arsenal.

It should be illegal for a man to be that handsome. Equal measures of masculine and classic.

And he wasn’t paying her a bit of attention, which was nice…in a way. Almost everyone she met fell at her feet, so having a moment to rest when she didn’t have to be at her best was welcome.

However, it wouldn’t kill him to say something. Chat about the weather? Get to know each other?

She brushed her hands over the light-weight champagne skirt she wore and cleared her throat. Guess it was up to her to get things moving.

“So, you’re aware of everything going on right now?”

“Yes, Lillian filled me in on the video call yesterday, and I received an update this morning.”

Right. Alicia had been on that video call yesterday. Funny, she couldn’t remember anything that was said.

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