go out of my way not to piss you off. I told him it was already too late and he said not to worry because I can work my way back into your good graces with a specific brand of beef jerky you love.”
His lips twitched, his eyes warming a few shades to a rich caramel. If he ever truly smiled, it would soften a lot of the harsh angles of his face and make him downright gorgeous. He was ruggedly good looking as it was—maybe it was better that he didn’t smile, otherwise she would have a hard time pretending she wasn’t wondering if that hard body felt as good as it looked.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re good. He should’ve told me about what happened with the contractors your dad hired. And he should have briefed you on our background checks and records beforehand anyway, especially under the circumstances.”
The circumstances being that her father had been held down while someone else slit his throat with a knife. On camera. She shoved the grief down before it could break free. “Well I’m definitely going to get you some jerky when this is all over. It’s the least I can do.”
“I won’t say no to that, but it’s not necessary.” He returned both sculpted arms to the top of the chair back and focused his attention on her with a slight tilt of his head. “Before we get started, there are some things you need to know about the way I operate.”
It was only fair that he have his say, especially after the way she’d practically cross-examined him yesterday. “Okay.”
He nodded once. “If I give an order, you follow it, immediately and with no questions asked.” His stark tone made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate anything else.
He probably thought she was going to be difficult, given his introduction to her. Nothing could be further from the truth. “That’s fair.”
“And if I’m not around and one of the other guys gives you an order, you do the same.”
No argument here. “Got it.”
“Good.” A spark of relief lit his eyes, maybe at how easily she’d acquiesced to those demands. After his first impression of her she didn’t blame him, but she was all too aware of how woefully equipped she was to be going into an area known to be controlled by the Taliban. Staying alive and in one piece was very important to her. Whatever he and the others told her to do to stay safe, she’d do it.
“I’m sure you realize how high tensions are here right now, especially surrounding the TTP’s recent campaign against female education,” he continued. “Wherever possible we’ll keep a low profile, stay out of the media spotlight and generally not do anything to draw attention to you or any of us. Your eye color is definitely going to stand out where we’re going, so try not to look anyone in the eye if you can help it, especially men.”
She nodded, totally on board so far.
“Also, I’m your bodyguard, not your tour guide. I’m here to ensure your safety, not be your buddy. If you need a friend you’ll have to go to Ray or maybe Gage.”
Wow. Okay, good to know what the boundaries were. “Who’s Gage?”
“My second-in-command. You’ll meet him downstairs later when we go to your first appointment.” He held her gaze as he continued. “So, if I don’t get chatty with you or don’t respond when you try to engage me in conversation, it’s not because I’m being an asshole. I’m doing my job, and the best way I can do that is to keep some distance from you and stay in the background. Same goes for the rest of the team. The less you or anyone else notices us, the better.”
“I understand.” Still, she felt a little pang of disappointment at his declaration. They were going to be in close quarters together at least some of the time over the next week. And based on what she knew of him so far, she wouldn’t mind getting to know Hunter a lot better during that time.
“I’ve got all your health records on file. Is there anything that needs to be updated? Are you on any meds I
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