Page 41 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
Storm winced during the handshake. “Nice to meet you. You look a lot like this other guy hanging around the set.”
Jordan ignored the pointed look Storm gave her. Adam didn’t show such control. “You mean one of Jordan’s bodyguards?”
“I think he guards the dog.” Storm sneered as his gaze swept over Jordan’s body.
She clenched her jaw and imagined she wore magic armor that repelled Storm. At least he’d kept his word and not doused himself with Thunder today.
Adam shifted, appearing taller and more muscular than a moment before. “One thing about my kid brother you should know. He has much more restraint than I do. I assume you have that trademark smirk insured?”
Storm made a poor attempt of looking down his nose at a man three inches taller. “If you are threatening me, I’ll have you tossed off the lot.”
“Since you can’t tell whether you are being threatened, perhaps it would be best if you moved on.” Adam inserted himself between Storm and Jordan.
Paul’s high-pitched whistle ended the confrontation, giving Storm a reason to leave. Paul gave a second whistle. “Check your schedules for Monday’s time and locations. We’re done for today.”
September touched Jordan’s elbow. “Come stay with me for the weekend. I have a big house, and the bed beats anything the hotel has to offer.”
“I’d love to. I probably should let Stu know.”
“He won’t make some of his bodyguards follow you, will he? They are not coming in my house.”
Adam placed a hand on September’s shoulder. “Let me talk with Stu. Meet you at the trailers.”
“It’ll take me awhile. Wardrobe sewed me into this dress.” The designer hadn’t wanted a zipper ruining his creation.
Andrew met Jordan at the trailer. “Stu says you’re cleared to leave. Do you want to ride with Princess and me or in the SUV with the rest of the team?”
“I think I should stay with the dog.” Jordan wasted no time in gathering her things.
* * *
Only a week ago, Andrew had been on this same highway heading north. Out of the corner of his eye, he checked his sleeping passenger. Jordan’s phone rang. She didn’t move. It rang again. She still didn’t wake up.
Andrew’s phone rang. He answered it through the car’s hands-free system. A voice he recognized only from the movies came over the speakers. “Is this Andrew Hastings?”
“Yes.”
“Where is my granddaughter?”
“She’s sleeping.”
“How do you know that?”
“She’s right next to me.” Only after the words left his mouth did he see the mental picture those words created.
“What?”
“We are in my car driving to Chicago. September Platt invited her down for the rest of the weekend.”
“Jordan usually wakes up to my calls.”
“Between you and me, I don’t think she’s been sleeping well.”I haven’t.
“Will you have her call me when she wakes up? I’m staying in London a couple more days. Today’s shooting was a disaster. The little boy who plays the grandson tossed his lunch all over. His mother didn’t tell the director he was lactose intolerant and didn’t intervene when someone handed him an ice cream cone.”
Jordan squeaked and covered her mouth with both hands.
“Was that Jordan, or does the mutt have a new toy?”
