Page 91 of Guarding Grace

“This is Duke’s car, right?” I asked after he buckled in and started the engine. “What are you going to do about your car?”

“It was a company car. They’ll bring me another one.”

“Nice perk.”

He shrugged and opened the garage door.

Out on the street, I should have been nervous after the shootout yesterday, but I looked over at Terry and felt at ease. I had the right bodyguard. A biker as big as a Mack truck and a half dozen others? Definitely the right man for the job.

“What?” he asked, catching my stare.

I laid my hand on the center console in invitation.

He took it.

“I can’t express how happy…” I was going to sayI am that you’re my bodyguard, but I adjusted. “I am that you’re mine.”

He chuckled. “You mean that you’re mine, Kitten?”

Feeling the warm strength of my man’s touch, I agreed. “That too.” A second later, I added, “It was a bit of a shock to have your sister walk in on us.”

“Agreed. But at least her timing was good.”

I cranked my head to look at him. “No way.”

“If you’d gotten down to the kitchen earlier, I had plans.”

A tingle went straight to my lady parts. “Plans?”

He smiled as he looked straight ahead. “Plans involving you and the table.”

My cheeks flamed. On the table in front of the window wasn’t exactly public sex, but it was riskier than anything I’d ever done. “In front of the window?”

“Sure. Or maybe the one on the terrace.”

“Terrace?” I squeaked. The terrace table sounded so taboo that I got instantly wet. Last week’s prim and professional Grace Brennan didn’t do danger. What the hell had this man done that it excited me today?

“It’s going on the list.”

The hood of his car and now the terrace table. This was becoming one hell of a list.

After the morning staff meeting,Peyton and Marci followed me to the ladies’ room.

Zane’s eyes also followed us, though he seemed focused on Peyton.

Terry stopped at the end of the hall, as if I needed a guard to keep the bad guys from sneaking past Zane and down the hall to abduct me from a bathroom stall.

I shooed him with a wave of my hand, and miraculously, he complied. Nice, butodd.

Once inside, the girls were on me. “You lied,” Peyton accused. “You’re totally banging him.”

“Don’t deny it,” Marci added. “It’s so obvious. Terry the lion watches you like you’re a gazelle he can’t wait to take down.”

“And,” Peyton added, “when he said you couldn’t go out to get coffee, you didn’t argue one bit. That’s not you.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I don’t need to add to everybody’s stress level by yelling at him.”

“Last week, you wanted to cut his penis off,” Marci noted. “And this morning it’s obvious to anybody watching that you want to lick it instead.”