By the time evening arrives, I’m a nervous wreck. I’m wearing jeans, a halter top, heels, and a silky jacket. Samuel is in his room getting ready. Marcus is meeting us at the club, and apparently so are the police. It seems Samuel got half his way.

Marcus sent us a file of information over on Lexy. She’s not as young as she told everyone at work. She’s late twenties and is wanted in France for stalking, financial fraud, and harassment.

I knew she’d lived there for a while, but it seems her time there was spent committing crimes against a family she became obsessed with. She’s facing a multitude of charges there, and Marcus says the police will most likely extradite her, but making some of the charges stick might be hard with what he’s seen of the evidence.

It means within the next day or two, I could be free to go about life without my bodyguard once more. It hurts to think of him not being here.

It's crazy how fast and hard I've fallen for him. Outside of romance books, I didn't believe things like this happened. I wouldn't exactly call it love at first sight, because first sight was a strange mixture of lust and trepidation. It grew into something strong, however, within a few days of knowing him. Am I still falling, or am I already irrevocably in love? How do I even know? I've never been in love before, and I've spent so long running from my feelings that when I stop and try to face them, it's hard to identify them. One thing I do know is that it will be strange being in this house without Samuel. Then again, if things go to plan, I won’t be here either.

The knock on my door makes me jump. God, I’m nervous suddenly. Maybe Samuel is right, and this is crazy.

“Come in,” I say as I check myself in my dressing room mirror one last time.

Samuel, or Sam as he asked me to call him, stalks into the room, and my breath catches. Wow, he’s so damn striking. In the suit jacket and pants he’s wearing, he looks good enough to eat.

I walk up to him and place my hands on his chest. “You look great in that,” I tell him.

He gives me a small smile.

Okay, that does it. This conversation can’t wait, not totally. I need to at least let him know he misunderstood me, and that I didn’t say what I wanted to.