The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

But something was wrong, and it was driving me absolutely crazy. The thought of leaving her here alone made my stomach twist into a knot. I wasn’t sensing danger in her office, or even in this building. I sensed it in her. She was in danger.

I could already tell Cameron Whitbury was going to be an enormous pain in my ass. But I’d always been a bit of a masochist.

The only outward sign that Cameron was struggling was her shoe choice. She’d been playing it safe, wearing simple black or nude heels every day. If she’d been feeling confident, or letting her subtle rebellious streak out, she’d have been wearing something flashier on her feet. I’d already figured out that her shoes matched her mood.

“Did you implant a bug in her or something?” he asked. “No, in her shoes.” “Her shoes? She has like a hundred pairs. You bugged them all?” “Nope. Just a few.” I pocketed my phone and got back on my bike. “She picks her shoes based on her mood. I figured if I ever needed this, it’d be because she was either trying to ditch me or she was pissed at me. Either way, I bugged a few of her boldest pairs of shoes as a precaution.” He got on behind me. “You bugged the shoes you’d thought she’d wear if she was mad or trying to ditch you?” “Exactly,” I said over the roar of the engine. “And I was right.”

Relief crashed through me, so potent I was almost euphoric. “I knew you’d come.” He cut through the rope binding my left ankle and looked up, meeting my eyes. “I’ll always come for you.”