Page 50 of Nanny for the Bodyguard

Little touches, glances, and inside jokes, we’re falling back into patterns with all of them. Easton has been welcoming and not pushy in the slightest, which could have actually made it easier to resist him.

But he’s been a fucking gentleman, except during the rare moments when he feels like he needs to remind the world that we’re together.

Except we’re not. At least…we’re not supposed to be. Not for real. But every now and then, I get the feeling thatbothof us are struggling with that.

And I don’t know what that means.

I wanted what happened in the bedroom when I got here. Hell, I know I practically begged for it, and I can’t stop thinking about it whenever we’re close.

The way his lips felt on mine, the feeling of his body towering over me as he settled between my thighs…

I have to forcibly pull myself out of my thoughts. It is sonotthe time to be thinking about all this, and I shouldn’t even want it anyway.

Easton is supposed to be my boss, maybe my friend, but dating him? For real? What’s going to stop him from pulling the breaks when things get serious again?

What’s there to stop Easton from breaking my heart and leaving me alone—again?

Oh, and let’s not forget that I also have a trafficker sending people to hunt me down. Can’t let that little nugget slip by.

My life is far too complicated for dating, and although it may not seem as important in the grand scheme of things, I also have a book on deadline right now.

It’s already taken a hit thanks to the hospital stay, and I can’t let my readers down. I won’t.

Why does he have to be so damned charming…and attractive?

I sigh, looking over at Jade asleep on the couch. It’s only about 1:30 in the afternoon, but she’s sacked out with the movie still running.

We did a lot of playing in the backyard now that I’m officially cleared for “vigorous activity” again. Apparently, it really hit Jade hard.

The downside, of course, is that I’ve been sitting here arguing with myself in my head for the past twenty minutes.

Standing, I reach for the remote on the coffee table to turn down the volume. I know if I just shut off the TV, Jade will wake up, and she deserves the rest.

Hunger gnaws at my belly, so I decide to grab a snack from the kitchen to tide me over until dinner. As I reach into the fridge and pull out the watermelon slices we bought this weekend, I glance at the clock.

Easton has been in his home office all day so far. He’s been working really hard for a client that has a court date coming up.

She’s testifying against her ex-boyfriend, apparently, and Easton has been diligently ensuring that he has all his bases covered when he escorts her to and from the courthouse.

My heart warms at the thought. Not everyone would take on a job with such responsibility, but Easton seems like such a natural at it.

Cold, crisp watermelon slides down my throat, the juices running over my chin, when I see the coffee pot out of the corner of my eye.

I bet he’d appreciate a pick-me-up.

In no time, I’ve prepared a cup of coffee just the way Easton likes it, and I walk down the hall to the office to bring it to him.

Knocking gently, I wait for him to answer, the handle of the mug hot in my grip.

“Come in.”

Opening the door, I give Easton a smile and raise the cup of joe. “Thought you might like some.”

Easton perks up from behind his desk, a grin stretching over his face, covered in a thicker five-o’clock shadow than usual.

“Thanks, Haze. That sounds great, actually.”

I walk forward and deposit the cup on his desk. Easton pulls it closer, lifting it to his lips and taking a drink with an exaggerated sigh.