My Marine Bodyguard
“Okay, then, G.I. Joe, let’s hear ’em.”
“Don’t call me that,” I spat. “Rule number one. You are not to go anywhere without me, or talking to me about it first. Rule number two. You can’t tell anyone why I’m here. Rule number three. Don’t let your guard down for anything. Marcus is pissed and it’s fresh. He could be watching us right now.”
Ansley glanced around. “Well, isn’t it your job to make sure he isn’t, sergeant?”
I tightened my jaw. Where did this mouth come from? I wouldn’t say I didn’t like it, but it was annoying, especially since I couldn’t do anything about it.