Page 71 of Bodyguard By Night

“Now that doesn’t shock me.” She looked up and gave him a wiggling finger wave as he marched into the room. I supposed his sort of phone calls didn’t take long. “He looks dangerous.”

I rolled my eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him something and he shook his head. He was right. We didn’t need to discussthisin front of Merry.

“That end table, the bed, duffel, and a few boxes. That’s it.”

He gave me a slight frown, then he lifted the rickety table, arching a brow at me.

“I know. It has sentimental value.”

He tucked it under his arm and grabbed the duffel bag on his way out.

“So, he doesn’t really speak? Just kisses you stupid?”

“That’s a new thing.”

“I feel there’s a story there. But let’s go back to the dangerous creepers.”

“Not much else to talk about. He has a friend who’s helping us figure it out.”

“So, you’re an us?”

“For now.” And that was the part I needed to remember.

He wasn’t forever material. This whole situation screamed temporary—most of all, my temporary bodyguard.