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seriously, but not enough for the police to act on. These things can change quickly, though, and I don’t want to take any risks.”
    “All this time I thought you had a thing for Sage, but you were protecting her,” Blake said, eyeing Joel. His gaze was perceptive, as always. The man saw much more than the average guy. But two could play that game and Joel had made a few observations of his own.
    “Don’t worry; she’s still my full focus.” On every level, though he only acted in the role of bodyguard.
    Harrison’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t take his gaze off Joel. “You’ll keep me in the loop on Sage?”
    “If there’s anything concrete, I’ll keep everyone in the loop,” Joel said. “I’m not taking any chances.” Harrison would undoubtedly want more regular information than that, but Joel wouldn’t promise too much. Sage’s welfare was his first priority, and if she wanted her brother to know all of the details, she’d tell him herself. Now that her father was dead, Joel didn’t report to anyone.
    He headed to his office to check in on his staff. He’d already installed extra cameras on the girls’ house and in Sage’s office area, but it wasn’t enough. There was no way to work himself into her office space more often without causing speculation—especially as he didn’t understand the draw to hot rocks and facials. Deep massage and foot rubs, sure—he hadn’t gotten them often as a Navy SEAL, but he understood the attraction when you were a mass of knotted muscle—but not the other things. Thank goodness his office was right next to the spa so he wasn’t far.
    If he had his choice, she would be in a much more secure location, but she’d never agree, especially since the terms of the will dictated she be here. He’d have to settle for keeping an eye on things via cameras and visiting as often as he could get away with.
    The thought had crossed his mind several times that if he really stepped into the role of being her boyfriend, it would excuse more frequent appearances in the spa, but that way lay madness. 
    He’d been attracted to her from the first and the attraction had only grown, but she disliked violence, steered away from it with every step. He had grown up with violence as a teen in the ghetto, in juvie, in the Navy. It was part of who he was, and had no place in her life. He would do the best he could without acting on his feelings—even though it made him ache more every day.
     

Sage spent the morning discussing treatment with guests, doing reflexology on a couple of clients, and designing promotions to attract guests during the slow fall and spring weeks between golf and ski seasons. She grabbed a quick lunch—under duress—then went right back to it again until Joel appeared as she was locking up at nine-fifteen that night.
    “Long day?” he asked.
    “Yeah, insanely, but it was good. We have lots of happy, relaxed guests.”  She, on the other hand, was wound tight and could really use a long soak in a steaming tub. She never envied his hot tub so much before and considered inviting herself to use it, then decided against it. She’d have to settle for a bubble bath.
    “Good. Anything unusual I should know about?”
    “If there were, you would already know.” Sage sighed when he stiffened. “I mean because I would have contacted you.” She’d been more than a little freaked out when she realized how many extra cameras he’d installed in the spa—and that several had microphones as well. “I don’t think about the cameras much anymore. I know you installed them as a precaution, not so you can take over for my stalker.” She was comfortable with him, most of the time. Once she knew who he was, Joel’s presence had eased her stress and helped her relax—if you didn’t count the abnormal awareness she always felt in his presence.
    Joel nodded, but kept his face as implacable as usual. The man was a puzzle. Sage waved to a few of the resort employees