Chapter Seventeen

"That we're strangers, or that we're going to be spending a lot of time together?" She blinked, then looked away. "How long have you been...ah...doing this. I mean how long have you been a private investigator"

"And bodyguard?"

"Yes."

There was another bright blush on her cheeks. David wondered how she kept from catching fire as she did that a lot.

"A while," he said, keeping his answer vague.

"You...you like it?"

Good Lord. He laid down his fork and stared at her. She was the most unpredictable woman he'd ever met. Watching her eyes, he said, "I get paid for it. So yeah."

She sucked in her breath. The fork she had in front of her held a piece of sausage, ready to fall off. She looked guilty. "I'm sorry that I asked. I just wanted to get to know you better. Just because we're stuck together doesn't mean that we can't be friends, but I get it and I'll try not to ask anymore personal questions"

She trembled, then put down her fork, folding her hands in her lap. David