crazy. I got the last couple of contracts he wanted and he really doesn’t like me."
"You think he's capable of murder?"
Mark huffs. "I don’t know. You never really know what even stable people are capable of." He looks worried when he glances my way. "You shouldn’t go anywhere alone."
"Don’t worry, she won't."
Great, exactly what I was worried about. "Hold up, you two. Wayne is dead and we don’t know if anyone else was involved, least of all Neil. No need to go overboard."
I know I'm probably wasting my breath arguing. Even if there wasn’t still the possibility of a stalker, if I stay with Hunter--and I can't imagine leaving now--he'll insist on a bodyguard because of who, what he is.
"I'm not taking any chances," Hunter says.
"Honor, you know you're not going to win here," Mark jokes. "It's two against one."
I roll my eyes.
"I think you should work from home for a few days," he continues. "I can handle any errands that come up."
Oh fuck, no. I can't be stuck in that house all week while I'm still trying to figure things out with Hunter. I shake my head. "No way. I'm sure you have someone in mind to drive me around," I say to Hunter.
Mark looks back and forth between the two of us, then the smooth poker face is back. "In a week, Honor. You've been through enough lately."
I sigh. A couple minutes later we say goodbye and go back to Hunter's. Neither of speaks again until we're inside. He takes my hand and leads me to the living room, pulling me down next to him. He wraps his arm around me and I snuggle up.
"Your boss seems like a nice guy."
I nod. "He is."
There's a long stretch of awkward silence. "You're not going to argue about the bodyguard?" he finally asks, in a voice that is much too even. I tilt my head back to look at him.
"Would it do me any good?"
"None at all."
I put my head back on his shoulder. "Well, there ya go."
My stomach chooses this moment to grumble loudly and he chuckles. I smack him in the stomach. "Shuddup. I was too nervous to eat much for awhile."
Looks like I'm making up for lost time. Or meals. "I need food," I mumble, as I wriggle out of his arms.
"How about a steak and salad?" he asks.
"Sounds perfect."
Chapter Eleven
Honor
The week passes in a blur. The police haven’t got anywhere in the investigation into Cox's murder or my stalker, or maybe they're just not talking about it if they have. I haven’t heard anything new on Neil either, though no one seems to have seen him.
I haven’t been out of the house in a week. Well, aside from the back patio. Stir crazy set in days ago. Thank god, it's Saturday and fight night and I get to actually go somewhere. Hunter had wanted to cancel but I managed to talk him out of it. It wasn’t that hard. He's feeling cooped up too. Besides, I'll be surrounded by all our friends, perfectly safe.
I'm practically bouncing with the anticipation of leaving the house when Hunter finally jogs down the stairs to join me. His gaze sweeps me from head to toe and though I see appreciation, there's a little disappointment in his voice when he speaks.
"What happened to the skirt?"
I'd forgone the indecently short skirt in favor of jeans. The warehouse would be crowded and not exactly clean. Jeans seemed the better choice, though I hadn’t been able to resist jeweled strappy sandals with a short heel and a shimmery turquoise tank top.
"I thought this would be more appropriate."
His hands settle on my hips and he slows draws me closer. "And here I was hoping you'd dress up for me."
I grip his shoulders and brush my lips over his. "I'll dress up for you later."
I ordered a few things earlier in the week since I had to replace all my lingerie and most of it arrived today. There's a sexy little red number I'm dying to show him. I feel my face heating and he cocks an eyebrow.
"I can't wait for later," he murmurs and kisses.
We're interrupted by the doorbell and I reluctantly back away so he can answer. I'm not surprised to
"You think he's capable of murder?"
Mark huffs. "I don’t know. You never really know what even stable people are capable of." He looks worried when he glances my way. "You shouldn’t go anywhere alone."
"Don’t worry, she won't."
Great, exactly what I was worried about. "Hold up, you two. Wayne is dead and we don’t know if anyone else was involved, least of all Neil. No need to go overboard."
I know I'm probably wasting my breath arguing. Even if there wasn’t still the possibility of a stalker, if I stay with Hunter--and I can't imagine leaving now--he'll insist on a bodyguard because of who, what he is.
"I'm not taking any chances," Hunter says.
"Honor, you know you're not going to win here," Mark jokes. "It's two against one."
I roll my eyes.
"I think you should work from home for a few days," he continues. "I can handle any errands that come up."
Oh fuck, no. I can't be stuck in that house all week while I'm still trying to figure things out with Hunter. I shake my head. "No way. I'm sure you have someone in mind to drive me around," I say to Hunter.
Mark looks back and forth between the two of us, then the smooth poker face is back. "In a week, Honor. You've been through enough lately."
I sigh. A couple minutes later we say goodbye and go back to Hunter's. Neither of speaks again until we're inside. He takes my hand and leads me to the living room, pulling me down next to him. He wraps his arm around me and I snuggle up.
"Your boss seems like a nice guy."
I nod. "He is."
There's a long stretch of awkward silence. "You're not going to argue about the bodyguard?" he finally asks, in a voice that is much too even. I tilt my head back to look at him.
"Would it do me any good?"
"None at all."
I put my head back on his shoulder. "Well, there ya go."
My stomach chooses this moment to grumble loudly and he chuckles. I smack him in the stomach. "Shuddup. I was too nervous to eat much for awhile."
Looks like I'm making up for lost time. Or meals. "I need food," I mumble, as I wriggle out of his arms.
"How about a steak and salad?" he asks.
"Sounds perfect."
Chapter Eleven
Honor
The week passes in a blur. The police haven’t got anywhere in the investigation into Cox's murder or my stalker, or maybe they're just not talking about it if they have. I haven’t heard anything new on Neil either, though no one seems to have seen him.
I haven’t been out of the house in a week. Well, aside from the back patio. Stir crazy set in days ago. Thank god, it's Saturday and fight night and I get to actually go somewhere. Hunter had wanted to cancel but I managed to talk him out of it. It wasn’t that hard. He's feeling cooped up too. Besides, I'll be surrounded by all our friends, perfectly safe.
I'm practically bouncing with the anticipation of leaving the house when Hunter finally jogs down the stairs to join me. His gaze sweeps me from head to toe and though I see appreciation, there's a little disappointment in his voice when he speaks.
"What happened to the skirt?"
I'd forgone the indecently short skirt in favor of jeans. The warehouse would be crowded and not exactly clean. Jeans seemed the better choice, though I hadn’t been able to resist jeweled strappy sandals with a short heel and a shimmery turquoise tank top.
"I thought this would be more appropriate."
His hands settle on my hips and he slows draws me closer. "And here I was hoping you'd dress up for me."
I grip his shoulders and brush my lips over his. "I'll dress up for you later."
I ordered a few things earlier in the week since I had to replace all my lingerie and most of it arrived today. There's a sexy little red number I'm dying to show him. I feel my face heating and he cocks an eyebrow.
"I can't wait for later," he murmurs and kisses.
We're interrupted by the doorbell and I reluctantly back away so he can answer. I'm not surprised to
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