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Chapter eight
Reece
Iwalkbehindthe counter and jab my fingers into Tash’s sides. She squeals and jumps as she turns around. “Jesus, Reece.” She lifts her hand and places it to her chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I should say sorry, but if I do, I wouldn’t mean it.”
Tash chuckles. “Coffee?”
I hit my arm to make a vein pop. “Intravenously.”
“You’re a dork.” She heads over to the coffee machine and makes each of us a coffee. “So, what’s going on?”
“Not much.”
“You’re not working?” Tash hands me a coffee and walks around from the counter so we can take up residence in our usual spot by the front window where the perfect amount of sun beams in.
“Not until tonight.”
Tash glances at the door, places her cup on the coffee table and stands. Her face hardens with deadly seriousness. “Who are you?” she asks as she walks over to someone.
I turn to see Grayson standing like a statue at the door. “Shit!” I jump to my feet and rush over to Tash before she attempts to serve Grayson his balls on a platter. “Tash.”
“I’ve got this, Reece.”
Tash reaches for him, but I stop her before she manages to touch him. “He’s with me,” I say quickly.
Tash screws her nose at me. “What? Who is he?” I grab her arm and lead her back to our seats. “Do you have a bodyguard now?”
I cringe with the fact I have to stay silent. “Um.”
“Are you in trouble?”
“God, no. Nothing like that.”
She stares at Grayson before turning her attention back to me. “Who is he?”
“His name is Grayson.”
Tash lifts a brow. “He’s cute. But, why do you need a bodyguard? What’s happening?”
I sit forward and clasp my hands over hers. “Please trust me when I say I’m safe, but I can’t say anything. And, I’m fairly sure Grayson’s not going to stick around for long.”
She scoots forward and looks around. Lowering her voice, she whispers, “Has something happened at work?”
“No.” I shake my head but lower my chin. “Please trust me, there’s nothing bad. It’s just a crazy time for me at the moment.”
Tash takes in a sharp breath. “Promise that if it’s bad enough that you need a bodyguard, you’ll tell me.”
“Absolutely,” I say, knowing it’s a lie. I can’t tell Tash anything about my clients. Not a single word. Especially about Bennett. If she knew about him, I’m fairly certain she’d freak out.
She flicks her gaze to Grayson again. “He is cute though. What info have you found out about him?”
I look over my shoulder and can see the appeal. He’s always dressed impeccably, and he stands with that authoritarian, intimidating stance. “Nothing, really. What do you want to know?”
“You know. Is he single?”
I snort with laughter and shake my head. “I’m not asking him if he’s single.”
