Colton Family Bodyguard. Jennifer Morey
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“No.” Callum liked country but didn’t pay attention to the artists’ names.
Outside, a black Mercedes SUV—one of the more economical versions—pulled to a stop on the side of the street. Callum caught sight of a woman with long dark hair in the driver’s seat. She had a fantastic profile. At the same time, a car stopped on the side of the street about two houses down.
Callum listened to Charles explain the new case while he turned back to the woman, who climbed out of the SUV and opened the back door. She worked to free a little girl from a car seat. Normally this was when he would have turned away from the sight of a mother and her child, but something about the woman made him keep watching—and stop listening to Charles. Maybe it was that tight body in those dressy black pants, or the curve of that slender waist, or the way her those perfectly shaped breasts strained against the white blouse.
She lifted the girl from the seat and lowered her to the ground. Holding a stuffed Cookie Monster in one arm, the child looked up at her mother and said something, to which the woman shook her head. The little girl didn’t appear to like the answer, an adorable pout forming beneath scrunching eyebrows, and she hugged the stuffed toy against the white top of a cute flaring black skirt. He felt an automatic pang at the adorable mother-daughter duo.
The mother went to the back of the Mercedes and lifted the hatch. Callum got a really nice view of her frame as she leaned in and retrieved two recyclable grocery bags. Setting those on the pavement, she reached in again and handed a plastic container to the little girl, who still frowned and continued to argue with her mother.
The beautiful woman crouched before her, her facial features striking him to the core. She spoke to the girl, whose frown finally smoothed.
Standing, the woman closed the hatch and lifted the bags, talking with the young girl. The child walked with short, clumsy steps beside her mother up the driveway to the front door of a house. When they disappeared inside, Callum realized how immersed he’d become in watching the woman and child. His stomach fell.
Then he looked down the street and saw the car that had pulled over was still there, with someone sitting in the driver’s seat. A man. He appeared to be watching the woman’s house, though he was too far away to get a good look inside. Out of habit, Callum checked the license plate but it was too far away to make out.
Charles appeared beside him, looking from the house across the street to him. “Have you heard a single word I’ve said?”
“Sorry, no.” Callum turned away from the window.
“The singer had a girlfriend who’s gone off the deep end. He’s afraid she’ll go after him.”
“Another one of those cases?” Only this time it would be a man he protected.
“They were together for six months and she started to get too clingy, so he ended it. He said he noticed other things, too, like catching her in lies. She told her friends they were getting married. She also told him she was pregnant but she wasn’t. He made her do a test and it was negative. When he asked why she lied, she said she was afraid she was going to lose him.”
“Does he have any kids?” Callum asked.
“No. You’ve made it perfectly clear you don’t want those kinds of cases—which you still haven’t told me why.” Charles looked out the window again. “I meant what I said about keeping things bottled up, Callum.”
“When do I go?” He didn’t like talking about why he never took mother-child cases. Charles tried to get him to every once in a while and Callum believed that Charles was concerned about him. He had become a good friend, aside from being Callum’s boss.
“He’s local. That’s how he heard of you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. He asked for you by name. You’ll be working with his usual security team.”
“He doesn’t think his own team will be enough?” What kind of woman had this new client broken up with?
Charles walked back to his desk and picked up a folder. “I printed these out for you. I also emailed them. You’ll understand more after you read it. He’s out of the country right now, but asked if you could stay at his place next month.”
Callum took the file. “Thanks.” Charles knew he liked studying cases on paper more than on a screen. Some things were still better offline, like holding a book instead of a tablet.
“Any news on your father?” Charles asked.
“He’s still in a coma. I’m heading over to the hospital after I go see my brother.” Payne Colton had been shot after receiving a bizarre email containing the shocking news about Ace. He didn’t say which brother he was going to see, since Ace was still a suspect in Payne’s shooting. When Callum and his twin sister—current Colton Oil CEO Marlowe—had visited Mustang Valley General Hospital last month, they were told that a fire broke out the morning of Ace’s birth and destroyed all records.
With one more look out the window that told him the car and the man were still there, Callum bade Charles farewell and left the building. But he couldn’t stop thinking about that parent and child. He couldn’t explain why he needed to make sure she was all right. A sixth sense told him something was off about the stranger in the car. Even though he had sworn off guarding families, he couldn’t ignore this. He’d make sure the woman and her daughter were okay and then he’d be on his way.
Hazel Hart took her now-cheerful daughter’s hand and walked with her toward the SUV. Earlier Evie had fussed about being told she could not go for ice cream today. Hazel’s schedule was far too busy. But Evie liked passing out cookies to Hazel’s clients. Hazel had told her five-year-old she could sample one with them. That had taken care of the ice cream tantrum.
Hazel glanced around. The street was quiet. This area of town didn’t get much traffic. On the edge of Mustang Valley, there was a lot of new development and not much commercial business. The back of the strip mall across the street hid most of the activity there, though landscaping along the sidewalk made it more palatable for residents. The client she’d just left enjoyed the convenience of Hazel’s home deliveries, especially since she had been taken ill with breast cancer. The woman was going to be all right, but had hired Hazel to provide her meals while she recovered. The woman had family but they all lived out of state and she didn’t like the food her neighbors prepared.
Hazel had left her job at an upscale restaurant several months ago to go off on her own as a personal chef. She preferred the independence and not having to work under someone else’s thumb. Plus, she could always be with Evie, which was her most favorite thing in the world.
Reaching the SUV, Hazel unlocked it and had her hand on the back seat door handle when Evie said, “Mommy, what is that man doing?”
Hazel looked in the direction Evie pointed and saw a man in a blue sedan, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap.
“Why did he hit that man over the head with a rock and put him in the car?”
Hazel turned sharply to Evie. “What?” She looked around and didn’t see anything.
Evie pointed. “That man put another man in the trunk, Mommy.”
Hazel felt a wave of apprehension sweep through her as she stared at the sedan. If the driver had struck a man unconscious and put him into the trunk, he could not have any good intentions. He started pulling out into the street way too quickly for Hazel’s comfort.
Hazel memorized the license plate as the man began driving along the street, right toward them.
Reaching for Evie’s hand, she went to pull her daughter onto the sidewalk. Evie dropped her Cookie Monster and bent to pick it up. Horror flared up in Hazel. She glanced up and saw the car was almost on them! They’d be run over!
“Evie—”