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a private security firm that provided military-grade protection to those who could afford their services.
How do I get Tj into this!
“I need someone who can protect Waverly from herself.”
there was nothing casual about the way his gaze locked on her.
But she was different, and that was trouble.
Yeah, under other circumstances, he’d definitely like her.
“Were you a Boy Scout?” she wondered out loud. “Army intelligence,” he replied.
that explained the training…and the haircut.
If he wanted a spoiled rich bitch to shadow, she’d give him one.
Hell, he was getting harder and harder to hate.
Xavier Saint was attracted to her. “I’m going to end up shooting someone tonight if you wear that dress.”
“You look fucking beautiful in the dress, but you’d look that way in a dress that I can’t see through. I am begging you, Angel, for the love of God, do not wear this dress tonight. I need to be on alert for threats, not watching to make sure your spectacular tits don’t fall out of your dress.”
Her body language told him drunk. Her facial expression told him bitch.
“God damn it.” His voice was jagged. “I can’t decide if I want to kiss you or choke you.”
“This can’t happen again.” His tone was earnest. “It can’t, Angel. One of us won’t survive it, and it would probably be me.”
His golden girl, he thought. No, not his, he corrected himself. The world’s.
“I think I’m starting to like you, Xavier.” “Back at you.” Only what he felt was a lot darker than like.
You’re out of the service, in case you haven’t noticed,”
Important reminder
“What is it like to live inside your head?” “Hey, we’re making fun of you now. Not me.”
“Maybe it wasn’t a fuck up. Maybe it was fate.”
His momentum carried him into the kitchen and then he was reaching for her. He pulled her into his arms and his mouth found hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. He wanted to brand her, to claim her so no one else could touch her.
He cared about her, and he would protect her.
“I’m not yelling,” he yelled. “I’m being upset on your behalf in a loud manner.”
She needed to start standing on her own two feet and stop expecting everyone else to take up the fight.
He’d never been a one-night stand kind of man. Not the son of Carol Saint.
“Son, sometimes our women don’t want to be protected. They want to be supported when they go out and kick ass on their own.”
Family came easily to them. Affection, love, and a fierce acceptance of each member in its fold. It hit her like an arrow to the heart. This is what she’d wanted growing up. This is what she’d want for a family of her own someday.
the man obsessed with her was already a murderer.
Trust the Sinners to not have a spray bottle of Coppertone lying around.
His little adrenaline junkie,
“You love her, don’t you?” Robert asked quietly. Xavier turned around but said nothing. He had no answer for the man or himself.
the foreplay of battle. “We’re coming out,” she said to the door. “But on one condition.” “What?” he snapped out. “You can’t yell at us.”
“So that’s what you’re worried about? Your business. Wow, for a second I thought it was me. My mistake.”
She tucked her ear buds into her ears and cued up her Pissed Off playlist.
And in those two minutes it had gone down. Waverly was gone.
“I love you, my Angel,” he murmured against her ear. “Since the moment you tossed me in that pool, I’ve been in love with you, and I’m not going to stop. So you need to stay with me.”
“I meant every word, Angel.” That ghost of a smile played on her lips again. “Good. Because I’m pretty sure I love you, too.”
It was time for a new life. One that she chose for herself. One where she would never again allow herself to be blinded by love.
