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- About the Author
No. Sean hated to answer because he suddenly wanted this job. This man, the way he was dressed, and the way he carried himself reminded him of Bucks, and Sean missed the class and excitement of that place.
Well, no matter, Hartley assured him. I can teach you.
Long before the meal ended, Seans head was swimming with all that Hartley promised. For the last several weeks it seemed his luck had been bad, but now as he crossed the street with Hartley to a fancy bar, not as a worker but as a patron, Sean believed his luck had finally turned around.
A sudden noise outside the door had Sean on his feet. Listening intently, he reached silently for his gun and made his way out to the living room. Not having bothered to dress, he eased the door open to the hall, but found the passageway outside their suite of rooms empty. He closed the door again, and went back to bed, telling himself he was taking his job too seriously.
It had been six weeks now since he had met Hartley, and never had he lived in such luxury. A niggling irritation that he wasnt doing much to earn his keep popped up in the back of his mind, but Sean effectively pushed it away. He now knew what Hartley was, and had to force himself to push that thought away as well.
He had always hated stealing, and even though hed been well on the way to getting drunk, Hartleys news about being a professional thief had come very close to sobering him. That had been just two weeks ago, and Sean could see now how very carefully hed been maneuvered. At first hed been furious, but Hartley was as smooth as they came, and Sean had never lived as he was living now.
Meals were delivered, beds were made, his clothes, finer than those at Bucks, were always kept washed and pressedhe had everything but the red carpet. It didnt even seem to matter that Sean was a bodyguard and not the man with the money; he was treated like a king.
The job had very few drawbacksnone at all, if Sean could keep his conscience silenced. It wasnt the easiest thing when Hartley would get roaring drunk and pass out, leaving Sean to put him to bed. And it was harder still when Hartley brought girls up to his room, only to have them wait until Hartley was asleep before they paid a visit to Sean. He never let them stay, but there were times when he wondered why.
Sean convinced himself that on the whole, it was a good life. It even included travel. Hartley had informed him just the day before that they would be leaving Tulare today. He hadnt said exactly where they were going, and almost before Sean could question him, he found himself on horseback, following his employer out of town.