The Perfectly Loyal Bodyguard
And now, because I'd spent a few extra seconds looking at my former bodyguard in the rain, he was unraveling like a stray dog terrified of being abandoned.
I couldn't help a soft laugh.
The sound carried clearly through the quiet living room. Ryder's whole body went even tighter, his breath catching for a moment.
I leaned in slightly, reached out, and pressed my cool fingertips against the side of his neck.
That was where the jagged, savage black thorn tattoo climbed up from his collar.
I traced my fingers slowly along the lines of ink, grazing his heated skin without pressing too hard.
Almost instantly, Ryder shuddered, his breathing turning rough and heavy.