Wreathed in Disgrace: Coventry Saga, #8 by Robin Patchen

Author:Robin Patchen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robin Patchen

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

It was a long, tense drive back to Denise’s house. Silent, except for the chatter of bodyguards in Jon’s ear. Beside him, Grant kept his mouth shut—a necessity considering Denise rode in the backseat—but his opinions were clear in his expression.

Marcus, Ian, and Hughes, riding in the car behind, didn’t have to keep quiet.

It had started with Marcus’s “What the heck was that? Are you two dating?”

Of course Jon couldn’t defend himself because of Denise’s presence.

And because he had no defense. He shouldn’t have sat with her. He shouldn’t have opened up so much to her.

And he definitely shouldn’t have gotten so close to her in the bar, suspicious character at the door or not. But he’d needed to get her someplace where nobody could see her.

What he hadn’t needed to do was stand with her, face-to-face. So close.

He hadn’t needed to fantasize about kissing her as if they had been on a date.

He was glad he couldn’t respond to their comments, which started lighthearted but didn’t stay that way. Jon was the boss, and the guys weren’t stupid. They didn’t make accusations aloud, but he knew the questions they weren’t asking.

Was there more between Jon and Denise than there ought to be between a guard and a client? Since the answer to that seemed obvious, the real question was how much more?

When they arrived at the house, Marcus, Ian, and Grant spread around the premises. They would be on duty for a few more hours.

Hughes and Jon delivered Denise to the front door. She turned once she was inside, as if expecting him to follow.

Without a word, he pulled the door closed, trying not to see the hurt in her expression.

He figured the news of what happened had already spread to the rest of his team. When he stepped into the guest house, the looks on the faces staring at him confirmed his guess.

The guys were spread out on the floor or seated at the table. Some were smiling as if it were all a big joke, but others clearly took it more seriously.

Jon had expected that.

But Lake had been staying at the Cotes house, even when she was off-duty. When she stepped forward, he knew things were about to get interesting. She said, “Upstairs.”

“Fine.” Jon marched through the room and climbed the stairs to the second-floor bedroom. One guy was reclining on his air mattress, reading.

Jon said, “Give us the room.”

“Oh. Sure.” He scrambled up and past them and jogged down the stairs.

Jon closed the door and lifted his hand. “I know.”

“Do you?”

“It was just dinner. She asked me to join her because she didn’t want to sit alone.”

“According to the team, it was more than just dinner.”

“I never took my eyes off the ball.”

She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. Lake wasn’t like other women, never had been. Not just because of her height—she was nearly six feet tall. And not just because of her looks. He was her cousin, but he could admit she was drop-dead gorgeous, despite the severe bun and lack of makeup.

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