“Let me protect you,” he said softly. “I can also offer charm, wit, and, dare I say, fun. It’s a spectacular deal for you, truly.” No. Hell no. Also, I had a boyfriend. I didn’t realize I was chewing my bottom lip until he was glaring at it. “You’re arrogant,” I said. He lifted a brow. “I prefer confident. Arrogance is born of insecurity and a lack of humility. Confidence is knowing exactly who you are and taking pride in your particular skill sets and strengths. Such as protecting vulnerable little angels while they stroll through markets.”
