Page 62 of The Bodyguard
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SABRINA
Pine’s Ranch
“Ronnie, I know you’re not picking up because it’s a strange number, but it’s Sabrina. Call me back on this number when you get a chance.” I left the voice mail then hung up.
I checked on Romeo but he was still sleeping. Maybe it was my imagination, but after two days of constant feeding and a lot of love he looked stronger to me. My phone, still in my hand, buzzed and Ronnie’s name appeared on the screen.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for a dose of older sistering.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Don’t hey me. Why are you calling me on yet another new number? You just changed it a few weeks ago.”
“Because I got hacked. Again.”
There was a pause.
“Sabrina King, tell me right now what’s going on.”
“There is someone…” Another deep breath. “There is someone stalking me. Targeting me. It started with emails. Then it escalated. It’s part of the reason why I left LA. Why I went back to the ranch…although I think he’s here in Dusty Creek.”
“Holy shit! Sabrina. You need to pack your bags and come here now. Clayton will have a team of security lined up to protect you at all times.”
It was funny. I hadn’t considered it at the time, but Ronnie was right. Clatyon would do anything for Ronnie, and if Ronnie wanted me to be safe then he would make that happen.
“It’s okay. I have protection.”
“Who did you hire?”
That was a fair question. I hadn’t really hired anyone. I probably should talk to Garrett about that. But talking about money after we’d had sex seemed icky. In fact, I was pretty sure that if I brought up the idea of paying him he would freak out on me.
“Um. Well it’s more like he’s doing me a favor. It’s the sheriff.”
I wasn’t sure if Ronnie would pick up on…
“You mean Garrett Pine? You mean Garrett—whom you’ve had a crush on your entire life—Pine is your bodyguard?”
I winced. “Yes. I’m staying with him, actually. The stalker would know about The King’s Land, but likely not about Garrett. So I’m safe until we find out who this person is.”
“Sabrina.” Ronnie sighed. “What are you doing?”
There it was. The doubt. The thought that I might be trying to pull some prank to get Garrett’s attention. Having a sister kind of sucked when she basically knew everything about you, including all the dumb stuff you used to do as a kid.
“I’m not doing anything. There is a person out there who, I believe, wants to hurt me. Garrett is making sure that doesn’t happen.”
“And you’re going to tell me that you no longer have any feelings for Garrett? That this is strictly professional?”
Well, let’s see. Three orgasms. A lot of screaming and yelling. Kisses that made me whimper…no. It was not strictly professional.
“I know what I’m doing.”
She had the nerve to snort. “Sabrina, ysou know I’m only thinking about your best interest when I tell you, you should leave and come here. Bea once told me that everyone says his fiancée leaving him, literally on his wedding day, twisted him. Garrett’s not the guy from high school you remember.”
“I know that.”
I fuck women. I fuck them and forget them.
