The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“Do you trust me?” he asks, probably so very much over my questions, he’s rethinking agreeing to be my bodyguard slash fake boyfriend. I still can’t believe that’s a sentence running through my head. “No,” I lie because I’m starting to think I would trust this man with my life and it has absolutely nothing to do with his career path. It has to do with how he called me the day after I somehow got him to agree with going along with this charade and told me he was taking me out on a date. And how, when I told him that wasn’t necessary, he told me he doesn’t half ass things and if he’s my fake boyfriend, we’re going to make sure “that shit hits that idiot square between the eyes sooner rather than later.” It also has to do with Edna and how he’s apparently humoring her, letting her call him over for small handyman projects, knowing she’s probably lonely and likes having people in her house. It’s why I started going there so regularly after all. But most of all, it’s how, even though he never smiles and he tells me I’m a menace and he always looks so fucking mad and he carries around a gun like it’s the Wild West or something, I feel safe. Somewhere in my gut, I know nothing bad will ever come to me in his presence.