Chapter 5

      “I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone,” Anita Cruz remarked as she rubbed her shoulder against Rosie’s as they stood together at the nurses’ station.

      Despite her reluctance, Rosie had had to claim that Clint was her boyfriend in order to get him moved to the top of the long waiting list in the ER. Her coworkers often pulled favors like that, but she never had.

      Until now.

      Until Clint Quarters.

      So it was only natural that everyone would be curious about him. About them.

      But after getting shot at, she was a little paranoid. Maybe that was why she thought Anita sounded more suspicious than surprised. Anita, who was a little older than her, often called in favors for friends who Rosie suspected worked for Luther Mills—because their wounds were even more questionable-looking than Clint’s.

      She forced a smile. “It’s pretty new,” she said. “That’s why I haven’t mentioned it to anyone.” Even if she had been seeing someone, she probably wouldn’t have mentioned it to anyone, though.

      She liked keeping work and her personal life separate. Not that she’d ever had much of a personal life.

      Anita nodded. “Or do you just want to keep him all to yourself? He’s pretty damn hot.”

      He was—especially as he sat, shirtless, on the stretcher just feet away from them in the emergency room. Golden hair covered some of the golden skin of his heavily muscled chest. His arms were heavy with muscles, too—his biceps bulging even though they weren’t flexed.

      Yes, he was pretty damn hot. That was the problem. Clint Quarters was too damn good-looking.

      “So how’d he get hurt?” Anita persisted.

      And goose bumps rose on Rosie’s skin as a chill passed through her. Had Luther put out the word? Was he looking for her after she and Clint had escaped his gunmen? Was he that determined to finish the job?

      The trial wasn’t set to begin for a few weeks yet. But he’d been in a jail for a while already. Maybe he was getting impatient to get out. And if the eyewitness was dead, the district attorney’s office might be forced to drop the charges against him.

      Of course Jocelyn Gerber seemed so determined to nail him that she might persist in trying him even without Rosie. She hoped the prosecutor did, just in case Rosie didn’t survive the next attempt Luther made on her life.

      And she knew he would try again.

      That was why she hadn’t fought Parker Payne as hard as she should have to replace Clint as her bodyguard—because she hadn’t been able to argue with his results. He had saved her life once already.

      She had to trust that he would again. But trusting Clint Quarters...

      She shivered.

      “Was it that bad?” Anita asked. “I only got a quick glance at his shoulder.” Before she’d come out of the exam area to interrogate Rosie.

      Clint was still visible from the nurse’s station, though, since he’d pulled back the curtain the young resident had tried to pull around him. He hadn’t done it so that she could see him, though. He’d done it so that he could see her. Even though he hadn’t been a bodyguard very long, he obviously took his new job very seriously.

      Rosie shook her head. “He—uh—wiped out on his motorcycle.”

      Anita peered across at Clint. “Doesn’t look like road rash.”

      “Oh, he didn’t fall,” Rosie said.

      No. He had jumped—and taken her along with him. But she’d escaped unscathed, thanks to him.

      She continued, “He banged into something.” Like a dumpster...or whatever had been inside it.

      “Were you with him?” Anita asked with what sounded like genuine concern.

      Guilt flashed through Rosie that she’d doubted the woman. She also regretted having to lie to her. “No. He was alone. Driving too fast.”

      “He doesn’t seem like the careless type,” Anita said. “He seems really intense.” And now she shivered.

      He wasn’t just watching Rosie; he was staring at her coworker as well. Anita’s curiosity must have made him suspicious, too.

      Rosie lifted her hand and waved at him while forcing a smile. She wanted him to know he was overreacting. Anita was just nosy.

      He lifted his hand, waving her over to him.

      Anita released a lustful sigh. “I wish he was waving me over to him. That is one fine-looking man, Rosie. You done good, girl.”

      But Rosie hesitated before stepping away from the nurses’ station. She felt safe there; she didn’t feel safe with Clint, and it wasn’t because of Luther Mills’s threat.

      Anita bumped her shoulder again. “Don’t keep him waiting, honey. Someone else might scoop him up.”

      Did he have a girlfriend?

      Javier had told her that he didn’t, but how much had her brother really known about his idol? Obviously not that he would get him killed someday.

      Or had he known?

      Even before he’d been shot, Javier had said some things to her—things that had made her think he might have been concerned. But more about her than himself...

      Her brother had been such a sweetheart.

      Clint Quarters was not. He waved at her again, beckoning her to come to him. He probably would have come to her if he’d been able, but it looked as though the resident was stitching up his shoulder.

      “He must want you to hold his hand,” Anita remarked with a lustful grin. “I’m surprised you weren’t by his side this whole time.”

      He had wanted her there, but Rosie had insisted he should have his privacy and she’d assured him that she wouldn’t go far from him. He’d