Page 69 of Tenderfoot

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Do all the Angels have bodyguards?”

“Raye, obviously Cap. Jessie, obviously Eric. Luna is getting Liam. Willow is getting Gabe. And Shanti is getting Brady.”

Whoa!

“You guys are going to, like?—?”

“Make sure your throats don’t get slit and your apartments don’t get tossed? Yeah.”

I peered beyond him to The Surf Club. “Are they in there now?”

“No. Because Tex is in there. And we have cameras in there.”

My gaze shot back to him. “You have cameras in there?”

“By the end of the day, we’re gonna have a lot of cameras everywhere.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of this.

Worse, I wasn’t sure what Raye would think about it. She was the numero uno Angel, and it wasn’t like we didn’t all take it seriously, but she seriously took it seriously, and I was sensing she didn’t want the guys to butt in.

“Do the Angels know about this?” I asked.

“Don’t know. I been with you. I haven’t had a brief. I just know Mace gave out our assignments last night, and we’re not taking any fuckin’ chances with this shit.”

All right.

So, okay, maybe it wasn’t all that Angelic to think this, but that made me feel better.

Then again, I’d read the Rock Chick books.

“Okay,” I said.

He appeared to relax.

“Though, why isn’t Knox on Luna?” I queried, mostly out of curiosity.

“Whatever that is, lil’ mama,” he said in a listen-I’m-imparting-wisdom tone, “don’t stick your nose into it.”

I thought this was very good wisdom to impart, thus, I nodded.

“So, you gonna text me what you need to make your thing for tonight?” he asked.

I nodded again.

His lips curved. He leaned toward me. I started holding my breath again (which was a good call), because he reached out with just two fingers. He put them to the soft flesh under my chin, exerted the most minimal pressure possible, but even so, I listed to him like I was on the end of a fishing line.

Our lips met. His tongue touched mine. I opened. He angled his head. I tipped mine.

And then we went at it in the cab of his truck.

I was panting and holding on to his neck when he broke our connection.

“Get to work, baby,” he murmured.

It took some effort to pry my hands from his warm skin, but I did it while nodding.

“Have a good day,” he said as I hopped down from his truck.