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it the man she’d seen earlier on the street? Or had he taken it from someone else?
    Kate’s eyes traveled to the side pocket of her bag. Within it was a small leather-bound notebook.
    What you’re doing is important, Kate , she thought. Don’t let them scare you.
    She took a deep breath.
    Jonathan was already packed and waiting for her in the hall when she finished. Without a word he took the bag from her and began walking. She gave the door one last look. The hotel manager had said she would be cleaning it off personally. Kate hoped she’d do it soon, or some late nighters would get more of a scare than they’d bargained for.
    â€œWe need to talk more about tonight,” Jonathan said as soon as the elevator doors closed them in. Kate followed his finger as he hit the third-floor button. She didn’t want to look him in the eyes. She didn’t want to fight.
    â€œAren’t bodyguards supposed to be quiet observers?” she asked with a small smile. Even though she’d taken a nap earlier, fatigue was pulling her body down. Her adrenaline had spiked when she’d seen the present left on the door. Now it had all but worn off, leaving exhaustion in its wake. She didn’t want to talk about any of it right then. Not even with the man who was obviously trying his best to keep her safe without knowing whom he was protecting her from.
    â€œI thought you didn’t like men who quietly watched you from a distance.” Though the reference was done in a humorous way, Kate detected no lightness to his mood. She cut her eyes toward him.
    Looking straight ahead, there was no denying Jonathan Carmichael had an absolutely handsome profile. Hard angles to his jaw, chin and nose gave him a sculpted, tough look, while his eyes...
    Jonathan turned and met her stare with his own. Those very eyes she’d just been trying to find descriptors for were now focused squarely on her.
    Kate prided herself on being meticulous in work and in life. She labeled things—and people—with no second thoughts. She paid attention to the smaller details while often losing sight of the larger picture, as her father liked to say. To know the name of something—the essence of what made it up—was a natural and necessary ritual for her. A reflex of sorts that had made her work life flourish while, perhaps, stunting her personal one. Her emotions were included in the latter. Kate wouldn’t go as far as to say she didn’t have feelings—she did—but they were calculated and timed with reason.
    Yet, in that moment, Kate found a part of her floundering to make sense of a new warmth that had taken place within her. What’s more, in all of her vocabulary and thought, she couldn’t seem to find one word to describe the dark blue of her bodyguard’s eyes.
    And certainly not how they made her feel all of a sudden.
    â€œAre you okay?” he asked, the world beneath their feet stopping. The elevator beeped. The door slid open. “Kate?” His voice dipped low, concern clearly there. She’d known him for less than a day and here he was, showing genuine concern for her well-being. Was that just part of the job?
    Kate blinked.
    â€œSorry. I just—I’m tired. I guess I was more worn out from traveling than I’d thought.” To prove her point, she stifled a yawn, stretching her arms out wide. “Don’t you want to get some sleep?” Jonathan held her stare a moment longer before she slid into the hallway, trying to escape whatever fog she’d just found herself in. Why would it matter if he cared for her beyond his bodyguard duties? Or if he didn’t? Kate didn’t detest the idea that Jonathan could genuinely care. Instead it created an anxious feeling inside her. What would she even do if he did?
    â€œI’ve learned to operate on little sleep,” he said matter-of-factly, following her out. “Call it a trick of the