heat spread in her body, but she wasn’t certain whether it was the alcohol causing this reaction or the fact that his eyes were pinning her. Returning his intense gaze, she suddenly realized that she was flirting with him. Everything feminine in her bloomed in an instant.
“And what else is there to know about you?” she asked before her courage could desert her.
“I’d hate to bore a woman by talking about myself.”
“So you prefer to remain mysterious,” she countered.
“Is that what I am to you, mysterious?” His eyelashes lowered a fraction, heat blazing in his eyes. “Good mysterious or bad mysterious?”
She swallowed quickly. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“What will help with that decision?”
“I’d have to know more about you.”
He let out a hearty laugh. “That defeats the purpose of remaining mysterious. If I tell you all about myself, there’ll be nothing mysterious left about me.”
“Would that be so terrible?”
“You’ll find me boring and uninteresting.”
She chuckled. “I doubt that very much.” She paused for a moment, her eyes suddenly honing in on the scar above his eyebrow. She pointed to it. “Tell me how you got this scar.”
He rubbed his finger over it. “This? That’s an old one. I was a boy.”
“And?” She motioned for him to continue.
“You really want to know?”
Leila nodded.
“My twin sister and I were little hellions. We were always roaming through the woods, disappearing for hours and hours. We were driving our parents nuts.”
She smiled. “Roaming in the woods? My parents would have been beside themselves with worry.”
He grinned. “We were ten, and trust me, my parents were glad to have a few hours to themselves. They had their hands full with us.”
“I believe it,” she murmured, noticing the excitement that gleamed in his eyes.
He looked mock-surprised. “I wasn’t the problem! My sister was. She was the wilder one.”
“Sure.” Leila chuckled to herself, enjoying him reliving his childhood adventures.
“I heard that.” He winked. “Julia always thought she could do anything. But… she slipped and fell. There was a cave, and she was dangling there, about to fall into it.”
“Oh my God, how deep was the cave?”
“Deep. I was horrified, but I reacted out of instinct. My hand went around her wrist, holding her while I braced my feet against a massive root that was anchored in the ground. I pulled her out, but the moment she was safe, the root snapped under our weight and hit me. Narrowly missed my eye.”
Leila let out a breath. “You saved your sister.”
He nodded, a sad look crossing his face. “That time, yes.” Then he smiled, changing the subject. “So, how’s your foot feeling?”
She looked at it. “Actually, I haven’t even been thinking about it in the last few minutes. You’re a miracle worker.”
“Hardly.”
“Thanks for helping me.”
“It’s all in a day’s work.”
She studied his face. “But you said you’re not a doctor.”
“I’m not.”
Surprised that he didn’t take the lead-in to talk about his job, something most men liked, she dug further. “So if it’s not medicine what do you do?”
“Security things.”
“You mean like a security consultant?”
“Not exactly.”
“Military?” God, she hoped not.
He hesitated as if contemplating what to tell her.
“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s f—”
“I’m a bodyguard.”
Of their own doing, her eyes instantly roamed his body. Yes, he was tall, and when he’d carried her, it had seemed without effort. She’d felt his muscles flex beneath her. Yet he wasn’t just muscle and strength. He had speed too. The quickness with which he’d grabbed her and moved her out of the way of the speeding car, had been a blur.
Excitement and disappointment collided inside her. He was a man with a dangerous job, somebody so very different from herself, from her ordered life. A man not to get involved with no matter
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