Genre: Romantic Suspense
Standing in front of her, I waited but realized she wasn’t going to look at me until I encouraged her. “Beth.”
She slowly raised her head, but her eyes only met mine for a brief second before looking over my shoulder. “Yes.”
Her voice was quiet, so quiet it was hard to hear her, and I knew a lot of that had to do with her shyness, but I also recognized fear when I saw it, so I lowered my voice. “I’m Striker. I’ll be taking you to the safe house.”
She swallowed hard and glanced at me before looking away. “Are you my bodyguard or something?”
No, I wasn’t a bodyguard. I’d never been a bodyguard, nor did I want to be. I wasn’t the kind of man who cared enough to watch over someone. My job was to drop her at the safe house and leave. Brody would assign someone to watch over her. I was a tracker with a fucking job to do, and that job didn’t leave me time for much else.
When I didn’t answer, she slowly shifted her eyes back to mine. I held her stare, her green eyes burning into mine and causing a pain in my chest I’d never felt before. “Striker?” she said quietly.
“Yeah,” I responded, but when my voice was gruff, I cleared my throat. “What?”
“Is your job to keep me safe?” she asked quietly.
I exhaled loudly and shook my head slowly. That was not my job. But then why did the idea of someone hurting her fill me with an inexplicable amount of rage?
When she averted her eyes, I cursed to myself. I hated losing her eyes. Wanting them back, I said, “Beth.” She slowly lifted her head and met my eyes. Calmness washed over me almost immediately, and nearly without my consent, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m gonna keep you safe.”
And I was going to make sure she never felt fear again.