Her Bodyguard. Mallory Kane

interior walls. The only light was from the window. The only furnishings she could see were the long table, two chairs and a cot. If there was a bathroom somewhere beyond the reach of the pale light, she couldn’t see it.

      “Ange,” he said gently. “Come over here and sit down.”

      She took several cautious steps toward him. He gestured toward the other chair, but she didn’t take it. She stood her ground.

      “Tell me what happened,” she said flatly.

      He shrugged. “Some of it I don’t understand myself. I was surprised as hell—”

      “Lucas!” she snapped. “Don’t give me your charming excuse.” Those few words depleted her breath. Her heart was still beating so fast that she could barely get enough air. “Just tell me the truth. Please.”

      Lucas grimaced internally as he took in Angela’s pale face, the shine of unshed tears in her eyes and her horrified expression. He’d scared her half to death, but he’d had no choice. The fact that someone else had gotten into her apartment without her knowing meant she was in more danger than he’d realized

      “Okay,” he said and drew in a fortifying breath. “I’m here because your brother asked me to watch over you.”

      Angela’s arms tightened around herself, and a tiny wrinkle appeared between her eyes. “My brother? Brad?”

      “He’s the one.” Lucas sent her a small smile, but it only earned him a narrow-eyed frown.

      “Brad wanted you to watch me?” She shook her head. “That doesn’t make any sense. What does he think I’m going to do, that I need watching?”