“What precipitated you quitting your job?” He looked up at the night sky above us. “Curran and I had a conversation.” I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk. “What did he say?” “He said that I was doing a good job. He asked what would be the highest a bodyguard could go in the Pack. And I said, protecting the Beast Lord and his mate.” “Aha.” “He nodded and asked how old I was.” Curran knew perfectly well how old he was. “You said, ‘Nineteen,’ and?” “He said, ‘Okay, what’s next?’ ”
