Beauty And The Bodyguard. Lisa Childs
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Название: Beauty And The Bodyguard
Автор: Lisa Childs
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Romantic Suspense
isbn: 9781474040327
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“You look as bad as I do,” she murmured.
“You should’ve seen me a few weeks ago,” he replied. He’d finally started to gain back some weight and muscle. And he’d managed to get some sleep.
“We should’ve seen you the minute you got back,” she said. “You’re not dead.”
“No.”
“Does Megan know?”
He nodded.
“So I didn’t have to drag myself out of bed to attend a wedding that’s not going to happen…” She leaned heavily on the front of the van.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
“I thought it was the idea of my baby sister marrying that dweeb Richard that was nauseating me,” she replied. “Now I think it’s another pregnancy.” She shot a glare at her husband.
Gage had no time for congratulations or diplomacy. “You need to leave,” he said.
She sighed and admitted, “I would have liked to stay home. I fully intended to bail on my matron of honor duties. But Megan’s my only sister.”
Ellen had always treated her more like her oldest child than her sibling, though.
“She’s not getting married,” Gage assured her. “You can go back home. And take your family.”
She shook her head. “They want cake. Even if there’s no wedding, there is already food here.” She gestured toward that catering van.
Gage wasn’t so sure that they had brought anything other than weapons. He needed to find out. He also needed to call for backup bodyguards and police. But when he pulled his phone from the pocket, he found no signal. It would’ve been like Mrs. Payne to have some cell signal jammer so no ceremony would be interrupted in her church.
“And if there is no wedding,” Ellen continued, “there will be explanations to make.” She narrowed her blue eyes and stared up at him. “What’s the reason the wedding is canceled, Gage?”
He had no time for explanations, either. He just leaned closer and whispered, “Something’s going on, and you don’t want your family in the line of fire.”
Her eyes widened now, and her face paled even more. “My family is already in the line of fire,” she said. “My dad and baby sister are already in the church.”
Gage’s stomach lurched. He had to get them out—alive—before the gunmen made their move.
If they hadn’t already…
He had no time to drive far enough away that he could get a call out for backup. And he certainly had no time to wait for them to arrive. He had to get back into the church and make sure Megan wasn’t in danger.
Megan’s heart slammed against her ribs, and she backed up into the dressing room, trying to put distance between herself and the barrel of that gun. She raised her hands. “What do you want?”
The woman holding the gun was dressed in a navy blue bridesmaid’s dress. But she wasn’t one of Megan’s bridesmaids. She had never seen the woman before, although with her curly auburn hair and brown eyes, she looked familiar.
The gunwoman stepped inside the room and shut the door. As she did, she pointed her weapon toward that closed door.
Megan didn’t breathe a sigh of relief that it was no longer directed at her. Her breath was stuck yet in her lungs, burning.
“What do you want?” she asked the woman again. And why was she dressed like a bridesmaid? Megan didn’t have any besides her sister. She’d wanted to keep the wedding small, probably because she really hadn’t wanted one at all.
“I want to protect you,” the young woman replied.
“What are you?” Megan asked. “A bridesmaid or a bodyguard?”
“Bodyguard,” she replied quickly and emphatically.
“I already have one of those.” According to Gage, it was the only reason he was at the church. “And I don’t need that one.”
The young woman shook her head and tumbled those auburn curls around her delicately featured face. “Yes, you do.”
She did. But she wouldn’t admit it. She didn’t need Gage for protection, though. “I’m not in any danger.”
“There are guys coming into the chapel concealing weapons.”
Megan snorted. “My father is an FBI bureau chief. All of his agents were invited to the wedding. They don’t go anywhere without their guns.”
They had all come armed to that Super Bowl party nearly two years ago.
“I know your dad’s agents,” the woman replied. “These people aren’t them.”
Megan’s blood chilled. “Then who are they?”
The woman shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe people with a beef with your dad.”
Megan bristled. “Why would anyone have a beef with my dad?” He was an honorable man—a fair man.
The only person she could think who’d had a problem with him had been Gage when he’d quit the Bureau. But that hadn’t really been because of her father; that had been because of her.
“He’s put away a lot of criminals,” the woman replied. “Any of them could want revenge.”
“Of course…” Megan murmured, embarrassed that she’d been so naive. Of course there were criminals who wouldn’t appreciate how good her father was at his job. “But why here? Why now?”
“Your wedding announcement was in the paper,” the pseudobridesmaid reminded her. “It provides a great opportunity for anyone looking for vengeance.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry,” the woman assured her. “I’ll protect you.”
She was armed, but it sounded like the other people might have more weapons.
“How are you going to do that?” Megan questioned her.
The woman’s dark eyes narrowed, as if she thought Megan was questioning her abilities.
“If none of those gunmen are my dad’s friends, then you’re outnumbered.” Even if Gage hadn’t left…
“I have a plan,” the woman replied. “You need to take off that dress.”
Megan couldn’t agree more.
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