Guarded Desire
er a second too late could mean never drawing breath again. Now, as a bodyguard, those instincts served him in different
what he sensed inside
robably cared to admit. She moved like a woman who had learned to take up as little space as possible, gliding through the gran
moved that caught Logan's atten
and, and placed his palm on Eleanor's back. It was a simple touch, one that should have meant nothing. But Logan saw her flinc
ose strand of Eleanor's hair behind her ear. Logan didn't miss the way she tensed, her fingers cur
e was her
carefully measured, like someone walking on thin ice. When guests were around, she played the role of th
was always
he had suspected since the moment he arrived: Eleanor S
e her study, he overheard a conve
d's voice was low, controlled, but t
was softer, a thread of unease woven
words. Something hitting the des
her off. "You know how things work, Ele
ogan's hands cu
eanor finall
ckly shifted back into the shadows. Richard strolled
rged a moment later,
ers trembling at her sides, her breaths coming just a little too fast. She turned, heading to
d slowly, ja
t just a j
as a m
ir was the woman h