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business. Not now, not ever.
    “Do you know where he is? Where he’s staying?”
    “Not for certain.” She dropped her gaze to her hands. “But I have ideas.”
    “He’s the reason you don’t want the police involved. It’s not your image or your career.”
    She stiffened and her eyebrow raised. With a tilt of her head she gave him all the answer he needed. Yeah, she might be over the bastard, but for some reason she was still trying to protect the S.O.B.
    “I don’t have the luxury of a personal life. I try to keep some things private.”
    “Understood. There’s one more—we’re unsure about identity.”
    Beck flipped over another photo. A grainy shot of a person in a hoodie. Their face shadowed.
    Natalie leaned forward and her brows wrinkled. “I don’t know who that is. I can’t even see their face.”
    “Neither do we. And that’s the problem. No clear shot of a face, but take a look in the background of the photo.”
    Natalie’s heart stalled. Acid churned in her gut and fear hardened into a thick ball in her throat. The guy was ten feet away from where she was getting into her car on Sunset Boulevard.
    “And again here.” Beck flipped over another picture. This time they were closer to her . . . so close.
    The hair rose on the back of her neck and her heart beat fast. They were right beside her outside Chaya as the valet handed her the keys to her car.
    “And one more.”
    “Who is that?” God, in some pictures this person was close enough to touch her, reach out and grab her, and she hadn’t even noticed, hadn’t seen them, hadn’t even been aware . . .
    “We don’t know, but we’ll find out. I need your schedule for the next three months. I also need the names of every person who has access to your schedule.”
    “That’s a long list.”
    “We need to make that list shorter.” Beck leaned forward and closed the distance between them. The photos of Rico and the hoodie-wearing creeper lay between them like a pinless grenade. “I’m here to keep you safe regardless of the situation you choose to be in.”
    Heat flooded the space between them. Yeah. There was that pulse again, in her neck, beating like she was running a fucking sprint.
    “I’ve . . . in the past . . .” Her gaze dropped to her hands and she rubbed the back of her right hand with her fingertips. Those giant eyes flicked back up to him. Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper. “I’ve put myself in some questionable places. Done some questionable things.”
    He could live with that. What would she think if she knew all the dicey things he’d done? Would this heat still pulse between them or would she recoil in horror, afraid of the killing machine he was?
    “I understand. I’m not your judge. I’m your protector.”
    Her fingers reached out and curled around his hand.
    A bolt of white-hot heat shot through his body. His gaze met hers. He could mask his reaction to most stimuli, but he didn’t think he was could mask his attraction to Natalie.
    “Thank you,” she whispered. “I already feel safer knowing you’re here.”
    Desire charged the air between them. Heat slid down his spine. He wanted to keep Natalie safe, keep her close, but he couldn’t allow himself to fall for her while he was doing that for her.
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Beck’s lips pressed to her neck and slid down her chest. A trail of liquid heat sent her heart racing. His hand cupped her breast and she arched back, pressing her head into the pillows. “God, yes, Beck. Yes.” Her voice was warm and rich with desire.
    He pulled her taut nipple into his mouth.
    Slivers of heat flashed through her body. She clasped the back of his head and her back bowed, wanting him to pull her nipple deeper into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh and her hips thrust up, seeking out his hard maleness to fill her. To make her come, to give her the satisfaction she craved—
    “Yo, girl, what is up with you? Snoozing by the pool with a script and a