“When I said no bodyguards, what did you think I meant?” Ramsey sent me what could only be described as his attempt at a charming smile. “You don’t like my company?” I scowled at him. “I like your company just fine, but not when you’re following me around like a Secret Service agent.” “I needed some stamps.” I arched a brow as I turned the corner from the small grocery store and headed towards the post office. “And I couldn’t get them for you?” “You don’t know what options they might have. I need to pick my favorites.” I let out a growl of frustration.
