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“I’ll pull the car around,” I say. Tyler follows as relief washes over me. Having Everleigh back home is something I’ve been anxiously waiting for. We step into the elevator and make small talk. It’s been awkward between us, but it could just be my guilt making something out of nothing. He hasn’t asked me if Everleigh and I are a thing, but I wouldn’t lie if he did.
“Glad she’s going home,” he tells me. “Hopefully, she listens and actually takes it easy.”
“Me too. Sassy’s gonna be happy to see her too.”
Tyler grins. “Yeah, she will, though I’m sure Mimi has given her way too many treats. She might’ve forgotten about everyone else at this point.”
I chuckle. “Well, that’s what grandmas do.”
“Oh yeah. She spoils the hell out of Scarlett, and she’s only six months old.”
“She’s a very generous woman. You’re lucky to have her.”
He nods. “Don’t know what we would’ve done without her after my mom left. Mimi is an angel.”
The doors slide open, and we walk through the halls. Once we’re in the parking lot, I scan my eyes around and make sure everything looks okay.
“I’ll wait here,” Tyler states as I walk toward Everleigh’s car.
After I start the engine and move around to the covered area, I tap the brakes a few times just in case that psycho bitch has decided to cut the lines. Though I blame it on my paranoia, nothing is out of the realm of possibilities.
I leave the car idle, then stand next to Tyler as we wait. His eyes move over the area too. “I’m really reluctant to let Everleigh out of my sight,” he admits, and I see the worry lines above his brows.
“I am too.” I ball my hands into fists, ready to fight anyone—man or woman—who tries to hurt her again.
Tyler frowns. “It’s hard because of work and my family. I can’t be around her twenty-four seven like I used to, so I’m struggling with it.”
“Listen, I promise I’ll do whatever I can to keep her safe, and if that means all of my clients get rescheduled until she’s fully recovered, then so be it. I can be her full-time bodyguard.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t let you take on all of the responsibility, Archer. I have a friend I could call to help keep an eye on her, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea after what happened to Eric. They still don’t know who’s responsible for his murder.”