A hand on my shoulder shakes me awake and I jump, gasping a little bit as my head spins to see Kent’s guard sitting next to me in the back seat of the SUV.
“Sorry,” he says, tentative and pulling away. “I didn’t mean to scare you – we’re just…home.”
“Oh,” I say, surprised, turning to see that we are indeed pulling around to the front of Kent’s house. “Oh, wow,” I murmur, turning back to the guard. “I was really out of it, wasn’t it?”
He gives me a little smile and a shrug. “Only minor snoring. Minimal drool,” he quips, making me laugh.
I narrow my eyes at him a little, working to remember. “Marco…right?” I hazard, and am rewarded with a wide grin on his face.
“You got it, miss,” he says, giving me a nod as the car pulls to a stop out front.
“Well, thanks, Marco,” I say, giving him a little smile. “For spending the night keeping me safe, and also waking me up before Kent found me slumped and snoring in the back of his car.”
Marco laughs, shaking his head and leaning over me to pop my door open. “Any time, miss,” he replies warmly. As I climb out of the car I realize that I’m starting to learn the ways of Kent’s house more than I thought I was – I’m learning names, patterns. It feels…nice, I think, as the driver – Gianni – comes around the car and lifts my little suitcase out of the trunk. I smile at him as I accept it, pleased when he grins at me in return, and then I turn towards the front of the house.
I stop when I see him standing there, my breath stolen from me a little bit. First because…well, because he looks really good, standing there, clean-shaven in the morning light, already dressed in his finely tailored suit. But second because he looks mad.
I sigh, glancing between Gianni and Marco, who don’t meet my eyes under his gaze. What the hell did I do this time?
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