“Paparazzi, bodyguards—they’re like trees. I’m not going to count all of them every damn second. I’d never get anything done.” I’m a bodyguard, so he thinks I’m part of his little forest. I grin. “What?” “You wanted to climb my tree?” He looks simultaneously aggravated and infatuated. “No, you were never a tree, man.” His eyes dive into mine. “I knew you before you joined security. You always stood out to me.”
