![]() ![]() ![]() What the fuck? I’m paying you to protect me and I end up getting jumped by three men in an alley right in front of my own goddamned bodyguard?” I yelled. “Joel, he saw the guys watching me, and it didn’t occur to him something was up. The fear left me feeling fragile and vulnerable which pissed me the hell off.Īfter screaming at Joel for assigning Brick in the first place, I demanded he get serious about assigning me someone permanent I could rely on to watch my back. If anyone walked into a room unexpectedly, I jumped or squeaked like a child. But I’d also never been jumped in an alley. The owner of On Your Six, Joel Healy, had the rare opportunity to be on the receiving end of my anger. It was like the man had the instincts of a jellyfish.Ī couple of days later, when I was patched up and over my initial shock, I paid a visit to my security company. Once Brick had come to his senses, he’d admitted noticing those three guys eyeing me in the club earlier but had thought they were harmless. I struggled to stand up, but my body rejected the idea. Would arriving one minute sooner have killed him? Jesus. Three figures running into the night, past a shocked Brick who stood there gaping like an idiot. It was over almost as quickly as it began. A sharp knee drove into my back and a booted foot caught me in the hip. One minute I was standing there waiting for the car and the next I was knocked to the ground, greedy fingers reaching into pockets and meaty hands shoving my face into the pavement. Brick gave me a slight chin tilt of appreciation and wandered farther away to get some privacy while he kissed some ass over the phone. ![]() Once we exited into the dark alley and found no town car waiting, I took matters into my own hands, texting Carl to bring the car to the rear door of the club. He was too busy trying to make up with his multiple girlfriends over the phone to be able to use the device for something as mundane as keeping me safe. Normally, my bodyguard would alert the driver before we walked out of the building so the car was waiting for us. We left the dance club that night through the back entrance. As in, “Dumb as a.” He was just the latest in a long string of celebrity babysitters whose main job was to look intimidating to any overzealous fan who wanted a piece of me. I should have known the man guarding me that night was an idiot by his nickname alone. I’ve faced guns, knives, explosives and yet it’s Jude Marian who may end up bringing me to my knees. Except his arsenal includes washboard abs and a killer set of pipes. If I have to hear Jude sing his mega-hit Bluebells one more time, I might murder him myself, and after 6 years in special ops, I know my way around a weapon. Now I have to worry about outing myself to millions of fans if I can’t keep my hands off him in public.ĭerek: Now I’m an ex-Marine turned babysitter. I’d probably chafe under his constant presence if his attention to my body wasn’t so… ah… thorough. Unfortunately, his threats to out me are escalating. Jude: Reaching the top of the country music charts brings out the crazy, and there’s no one crazier than my ex. Jude and Derek’s story is better because of you. Who made the revision process more fun than it should have been. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Ĭover Designer: Angstyg - Editor: Hollie Westring - Sign up for Lucy’s newsletter for exclusive content and to learn more about her latest books at Created with Vellum
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