Three Southern Beaches: A Summer Beach Read Box Set by Kathleen Brooks, Robyn Peterman, Christie Craig
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should get a dog. Discounting the crotch sniffing and humping, she felt safe with the big hairy boy. But as the sun began to rise, the dog got up and loped away. It was time to go back inside and prepare to face her fears.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trey couldn’t stop watching Taylor as she got ready for the day. It was secretly one of his favorite things about being a couple. The ritual of her washing her face and putting on moisturizer, down to the way she shimmied into her jeans. It was a show all for him, and only him. Such intimate details that only he was privileged to. For some reason, it made him inordinately proud.
The ringing of the doorbell halted his viewing pleasure as Taylor reached behind to fasten her bra. “That’s my new security team. Could you get it?” she called from the bathroom.
“Sure.” Trey finished tying his shoe and headed to answer the door.
He unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open wide. He felt his brow come together in confusion as he looked at the blonde knockout in stilettos standing at the door. She and Taylor could be twins except for the fact she looked to be a couple years older, probably in her early thirties. She had to be an actress though.
“Can I help you?”
“Hi, Trey.” The blonde reached out and Trey automatically shook her hand. “I’m Taylor’s security.”
“Oh, great. Where’s the rest of your team?”
The woman just smiled. “I’m all that’s available, but don’t worry; I won’t get taken down three yards from the end zone like you did against New York.” The woman walked past him and into the living room as Taylor hurried from the bedroom.
“Are you from the security company? Where’s the team?” Taylor asked as she stopped next to Trey.
“I am your team. I’m Mallory Westin of Westin Security. I figured if you were anything like me, then you didn’t want a bunch of hulking men surrounding you. Personally, it always made me feel claustrophobic.”
Taylor nodded. “Exactly. It’s so nice to meet you.” Taylor and Mallory shook hands before Mallory started to look around.
“Where would you like me to put my bag?”
“Oh. I thought they had told you. I don’t need live-in security. I just need someone while I’m working and for transportation. If you could drop me off at home each night and pick me up in the morning according to my movie schedule, then I think we’ll be good. That and tell me where you got those shoes,” Taylor laughed.
“I don’t recommend it, but it’s your call. When I did research on the island, I saw a vacation house to rent just a half-mile away. I can stay there. Let me have a look at your security system and make sure it’s up to par, though.”
“Great. You can do that while I finish getting ready. Then it’s off to the set in about twenty minutes.” Taylor smiled as Mallory nodded and headed back into the bedroom.
Trey watched as Mallory examined the system and started making alterations. “Do you really think you can keep her safe?”
“Do you really think you can rush for more than fifty yards against Florida this season?”
Trey grinned. “Touché.”
* * *
Trey grunted and pushed with all he had over and over again as sweat dripped down his face. The weights on the bench press clanked down when the set was done. Morris sauntered over and looked in disgust at the two hundred and twenty-five pounds on the bar.
“Twenty-two reps? You running backs are wimps.”
“At least I’m not the quarterback. They don’t even have to lift heavy weights,” Trey teased Tucker.
Morris laughed as he laid down on the bench press. “Bet I can do thirty-five reps and put y’all to shame.”
“What are we betting?” Trey asked as he wiped his face with a towel.
“How about a date with that hot bodyguard? I mean, damn. I looked her up after you told us about her and she is smokin’,” Morris said as Christian and Tucker nodded.
“Somehow I don’t think
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trey couldn’t stop watching Taylor as she got ready for the day. It was secretly one of his favorite things about being a couple. The ritual of her washing her face and putting on moisturizer, down to the way she shimmied into her jeans. It was a show all for him, and only him. Such intimate details that only he was privileged to. For some reason, it made him inordinately proud.
The ringing of the doorbell halted his viewing pleasure as Taylor reached behind to fasten her bra. “That’s my new security team. Could you get it?” she called from the bathroom.
“Sure.” Trey finished tying his shoe and headed to answer the door.
He unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open wide. He felt his brow come together in confusion as he looked at the blonde knockout in stilettos standing at the door. She and Taylor could be twins except for the fact she looked to be a couple years older, probably in her early thirties. She had to be an actress though.
“Can I help you?”
“Hi, Trey.” The blonde reached out and Trey automatically shook her hand. “I’m Taylor’s security.”
“Oh, great. Where’s the rest of your team?”
The woman just smiled. “I’m all that’s available, but don’t worry; I won’t get taken down three yards from the end zone like you did against New York.” The woman walked past him and into the living room as Taylor hurried from the bedroom.
“Are you from the security company? Where’s the team?” Taylor asked as she stopped next to Trey.
“I am your team. I’m Mallory Westin of Westin Security. I figured if you were anything like me, then you didn’t want a bunch of hulking men surrounding you. Personally, it always made me feel claustrophobic.”
Taylor nodded. “Exactly. It’s so nice to meet you.” Taylor and Mallory shook hands before Mallory started to look around.
“Where would you like me to put my bag?”
“Oh. I thought they had told you. I don’t need live-in security. I just need someone while I’m working and for transportation. If you could drop me off at home each night and pick me up in the morning according to my movie schedule, then I think we’ll be good. That and tell me where you got those shoes,” Taylor laughed.
“I don’t recommend it, but it’s your call. When I did research on the island, I saw a vacation house to rent just a half-mile away. I can stay there. Let me have a look at your security system and make sure it’s up to par, though.”
“Great. You can do that while I finish getting ready. Then it’s off to the set in about twenty minutes.” Taylor smiled as Mallory nodded and headed back into the bedroom.
Trey watched as Mallory examined the system and started making alterations. “Do you really think you can keep her safe?”
“Do you really think you can rush for more than fifty yards against Florida this season?”
Trey grinned. “Touché.”
* * *
Trey grunted and pushed with all he had over and over again as sweat dripped down his face. The weights on the bench press clanked down when the set was done. Morris sauntered over and looked in disgust at the two hundred and twenty-five pounds on the bar.
“Twenty-two reps? You running backs are wimps.”
“At least I’m not the quarterback. They don’t even have to lift heavy weights,” Trey teased Tucker.
Morris laughed as he laid down on the bench press. “Bet I can do thirty-five reps and put y’all to shame.”
“What are we betting?” Trey asked as he wiped his face with a towel.
“How about a date with that hot bodyguard? I mean, damn. I looked her up after you told us about her and she is smokin’,” Morris said as Christian and Tucker nodded.
“Somehow I don’t think
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