Private Bodyguard. Tyler Anne Snell

      

       Using his foot, Oliver nudged the door open. Anger flared within him. The office had been tossed.

      Oliver returned his gun to the back of his jeans. He followed Darling into the small, disheveled room. She stood in the doorway, eyes roaming over the mess. Then, like a switch had been flipped, she hurried to the other side of the desk and started to move through drawers on the floor.

      “It’s gone, Oliver!”

      “What’s gone?” But before she could answer, it dawned on him. “The security tape.”

      Darling nodded, clearly upset. An overpowering urge to comfort her pushed him forward. He put his hands on her shoulders, making her look up into his eyes. The moment from the night before played back into his mind.

      She was close enough to kiss.

      “Oliver, there’s something I need to tell you.”

      “Yes?” His voice dropped low. Her green-eyed stare could stir up a drove of feelings in mere seconds.

      “I think I know who did this,” she whispered. “And you aren’t going to like it.”

       Private Bodyguard

      Tyler Anne Snell

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      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Copyright

      TYLER ANNE SNELL genuinely loves all genres of the written word. However, she’s realized that she loves books filled with sexual tension and mysteries a little more than the rest. Her stories have a good dose of both. Tyler lives in Florida with her same-named husband and their mini “lions.” When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s playing video games and working on her blog, Almost There. To follow her shenanigans, visit www.tylerannesnell.com.

      This book is for one of my best friends, Rachel Miller. Thank you for listening to everything I had to say about Darling’s story, as well as every other story I’ve ever created! Your enthusiasm, wisdom and friendship have made my life exponentially better. Here’s to many, many, many more years of staying up late and talking about books!

      Also, the quickest of shout-outs to Hunter Hall.

       Our friendship is also killer!

Chapter One

      “It was just a little misunderstanding.”

      Darling Smith was standing behind the bars of one of two holding cells in Mulligan, Maine, and not at all amused.

      Deputy Derrick Arrington, however, was all humor. Maybe that was due to the fact that the two had dated on and off the year before with less than favorable results. They were normally amicable if not downright pleasant, but Darling figured it wasn’t every day he was able to arrest his ex. Her thoughts slid back in time for a moment.

      Oh yeah, she would have loved to put a certain man from her past in the slammer and throw away the key.

      “That should be tattooed across your forehead, Darling. ‘It was a little misunderstanding, Officer. I’m too cute to be up to no good.’” He grinned.

      “Deputy Arrington, did you just say that I’m cute?” she replied with a big dose of sugar.

      He pointed at her and laughed. “See? That right there is what I’m talking about.”

      “Oh, come on, Derrick.” Darling dropped the cuteness from her tone. She was tired. “We both know that George Hanely overreacted.” Just saying the gate guard’s name made her mad. He’d acted as if he was a Secret Service agent and Darling was an enemy of the state.

      “He did his job. George saw a suspicious person snooping around private property.” He eyed Darling a moment, waiting for her to confess. He’d keep waiting, too. “What’s more, that suspicious person was found going up to his employer’s garage.”

      “Not confirmed, just accused,” she said.

      The deputy shook his head. “I’d take this a little more seriously, Darling. You were caught breaking