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. Jesus, I can t leave you alone for five minutes, canI? She put both hands on his face and lifted his head from her shoulderto look into his eyes. You look tired.Where s Brody? Nash slumped his head back onto her shoulder and sighed intoher hair, long strands of chestnut brown blowing back into his ownface.She smelled of Chanel and the strawberry-scented shampoo sheused familiar, comforting. He s gone up for a shower.The cops arecoming by to take a statement in a little while.He got shot last night.But he s okay, he added quickly at her gasp. It just grazed him.Hedid more damage by knocking himself out on the way down. Hannah rubbed slow circles on his back and he leaned evenfurther into her embrace. What are you not telling me? Were you anasshole? Nash huffed indignantly and rolled his eyes. Why do you assume Unshakeable Faith 161I was an asshole? Why doesn t anyone else get to be the asshole? Araised eyebrow and a snort were all that was needed to get him to foldlike a deck of cards. Okay, yes, I was an asshole.Don t look at me likethat, he complained, noting that she had stopped trying to comfort himat his confession. Haven t I got enough to deal with at the moment? Nash, I love you like you were my own son, always have,always will.But sometimes it s hard not to slap you upside the head. Hannah dropped a kiss onto his head and released him. You re a foolto yourself. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Nash watched herdisappear into the utility room and come back out with a broom and amop and bucket. Well? Figure it out, she replied and flipped on the radio as she setabout cleaning the kitchen floor.Nash knew from her tone that the conversation was over.Hethrew his arms out in despair and huffed like a petulant teenager,stomping up the stairs and into his bedroom, slamming the door behindhim.BRODY lay on his bed.He d showered and was wearing a pair of cargoshorts and a wife beater, strands of his damp hair sticking to his face.He didn t want to replay the memory of last night, but it seemed hismind had other ideas, and he let his eyes drift shut as despair washedover him again. I don t fuck the help. How had they gone from beingwrapped up in each other s arms, Nash s lips so soft and warm andneedy on his, to I don t fuck the help ?His legs had automatically carried him up to his room after theslamming of Nash s bedroom door had echoed down the stairs, but theyhad only managed to get him over the threshold.He d closed the doorbehind him and then leaned against it, his muscles turning to jelly as hesank slowly to the floor, his back pressed up against the door.To behonest, he had no idea how long he d sat there.He must have gotten upat some point, because when he d woken from a fitful sleep, he d beenon the bed, fully dressed. 162 Lisa WorrallAs for breakfast& he ran a hand over his face.He d stolen littleglances at Nash as they d eaten, watching his face for any signs offamiliarity especially when he d taken his first mouthful of Brody sspecial eggs.He tried to ignore the hysterical laughter of his innervoice.Come on, man! What did you think? He doesn t remember you,but your eggs were going to make it all come flooding back? But theman who sat opposite him had already re-erected the walls, and thearchers were standing on the battlements.No one was getting close tohim.His Nash was well and truly locked up in his tower and it didn tmatter how tall the Prince was, his sword wasn t sharp enough to cutthrough the brambles to reach him.Fantastic, Brody, channeling Waltmuch?A knock at the door pulled him from his reverie and he cleared hisdry throat. Come in. Hey, sweetie. Hannah poked her head around the door andsmiled softly at him. The police are downstairs.They want to talk toyou and Nash. She crossed the room and reached out a hand to brushthe hair back from his forehead. How are you feeling? Any pain? Brody swung his legs over the side of the bed and shrugged. Some, it s not too bad, he replied, raising an eyebrow at the frown onher face. You re not going to force-feed me painkillers, are you? If you give me any trouble, Hannah replied succinctly, herfingers drifting through his hair again and then cupping his cheek. Thank you, Brody. Brody leaned into her touch and nodded before standing up. Iguess now I d better go and save the police from Nash, before he pissesthem off and gets himself arrested. He grinned at her chuckle andheaded down to the living room.Rolling his eyes outside the door atthe sound of Nash s raised voice, he sighed and turned the handle. Finally.What were you doing? Snoozing on my time? Nash scheeks were flushed and he glared angrily at Brody when the doorclosed behind him. This is Detective Mitchum from the San AntonioPD.This is my bodyguard, Brody Tyler. Holy fuck! Brody paused in mid-step and his gaze flicked to theolder man.Please God, don t let him give me away. Nice to meet you,sir, he said politely, changing his direction and stopping in front of the Unshakeable Faith 163detective, holding out his hand.His heart pounded like a freight train inhis chest, and for a moment he was worried it might flip-flop out of hischest and onto the expensive rug beneath him. Mr.Tyler, Mitchum said with a nod of his head, graspingBrody s fingers in his and swiftly shaking his hand. I heard about yourbravery last night. His gaze flickered to the bandage on Brody s arm. Stupid-assed thing to do if you ask me, but brave nonetheless
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