Falling For Her Bodyguard. Amy Vastine
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Название: Falling For Her Bodyguard

Автор: Amy Vastine

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Grace Note Records

isbn: 9781474097468

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СКАЧАТЬ nose. The kid was creative. He’d have to give him that. “Don’t say anything to Graham. I don’t want him to know I know he’s watching Davey play video games, okay?”

      “Okay. Can I watch TV in your room for a little bit?”

      “Sure. I’ll be home soon.” Very soon. He hung up with Avery and dialed Kelly. She was going to have to leave work a little early whether she liked it or not. Donovan could only stand to stink at one job today and apparently parenting was what he was the best at failing.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      “YOU’RE REALLY NOT going to tell me why we have to go to your house right this second.” Kelly felt she had displayed an abundance of patience with Donovan today. He seemed to have a lot going on. Between whatever it was that got him put on desk duty and whatever these issues were at home, the man was a mess.

      “I need to handle a situation at home. It should take me no more than a couple minutes. I promise.”

      Speed limits did not seem to apply to the detective this afternoon and rolling stops were no big deal. Kelly held her breath as they ran a very late yellow light.

      “If I drove the way you are, you would probably give me a ticket. Or ten.”

      He didn’t slow down. “I’m not a traffic cop. I don’t write tickets.”

      “I meant that I would get pulled over by a cop. You’re a cop.” Donovan was so literal it was painful. “You’re also breaking all the traffic laws. Can you ease up just a bit?”

      “I need to get home. I promise to get you there safely.”

      Kelly’s idea of safe must have been different than his. They crossed the Cumberland River and turned onto a residential street a couple miles east of it.

      “You can stay in the truck,” he said, pulling into a driveway and jumping out.

      Donovan’s white Craftsman had a bright red door. There was a detached garage in the back and an American flag hanging from the flagpole out front. From the outside, it was kind of cute. It wasn’t where Kelly expected someone like Donovan to live.

      A teenage boy sprinted out of the backyard and down the street. Kelly wondered if that was Donovan’s son. No one was chasing after him, so maybe not. The front door opened and a little girl came out.

      Two kids.

      The little girl waved at Kelly. She couldn’t have been older than seven or eight. Kelly waved back. A smile spread across the girl’s face and she ran up to the truck. Kelly opened her door.

      “What’s your name?” the girl asked.

      “My name’s Kelly. What’s yours?”

      “I’m Avery. Are you friends with my uncle?”

      Uncle? That made more sense than Dad. “I am. Your uncle didn’t tell me he had such an adorable niece.”

      Close up, Kelly could see that Avery was missing one of her front teeth when she smiled. She had brown pigtails that were tied up with ribbons. It was a fancy do for someone living with her uncle. Donovan didn’t strike her as the pigtail-making type. Maybe there was an aunt inside, as well.

      “He didn’t? He likes me better than Graham. Did he tell you about Graham?”

      “I heard about Graham this morning. Was that who just...went for a run?” she asked, choosing her words carefully.

      “No, that was his friend Davey,” Avery replied. “Uncle Donovan said Graham couldn’t have friends over, but he didn’t listen. Uncle Donovan says Graham’s ears must be broken because he never listens.”

      Kelly tried not to laugh. “You both live with your uncle?”

      “Yeah, my mom and dad are in heaven, so he takes care of us.”

      That wiped the smile right off Kelly’s face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

      Avery didn’t seem bothered by her loss. The resiliency of youth was amazing. “Do you want to come inside? I bet Uncle Donovan is done yelling at Graham.”

      “I don’t know. Maybe we should hang out here until your uncle comes outside. We wouldn’t want to get in the middle of whatever is going on in there.”

      “Want to jump on my trampoline with me?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

      Kelly decided there was no harm in getting out of the truck if she didn’t go in the house. “I can watch you jump on your trampoline. Do you know any tricks?”

      “I know lots of tricks! Come on, I’ll show you.” Avery took Kelly by the hand and led her behind the house.

      There was a paver patio off the back with a table and chairs for entertaining and outdoor dining. One of the chairs was pulled away from the table and sat right in front of the sliding glass door. The fenced-in yard was well maintained. There were flowering hydrangeas and manicured bushes around the house and in the corners of the lot.

      “Watch me do a flip,” Avery said, kicking off her shoes and climbing up on the trampoline that sat in the center of it all.

      “Okay, just be careful.” The last thing she needed was for the kid to break her neck on Kelly’s watch.

      Avery and her pigtails bounced and bounced. Once she was high enough, she did a somersault in the air and landed on her bottom.

      “That wasn’t a good one,” she said, getting to her feet.

      “I thought it was pretty good.”

      The sliding glass door opened and Donovan stepped out on the patio. “Avery, come on inside.” He didn’t sound angry, but he didn’t sound pleased, either.

      “Everything okay in there?” Kelly asked.

      “As okay as it’s going to get. Sorry she bothered you. She should have gone to her room like I asked her.”

      “You guys were yelling too much. I hate when you yell,” Avery complained as Kelly helped her off the trampoline.

      “I wasn’t yelling. Graham was yelling. I was talking in my normal voice.”

      “Nope, it was your mad voice. I heard it.”

      Kelly had known the man for less than twelve hours and even she knew what his mad voice sounded like. It could certainly make someone feel like they were being yelled at.

      “Your mad voice is kind of scary,” Kelly said as they joined him on the patio.

      He frowned. “I don’t have a mad voice. That’s not even a thing.”

      “I’ll point it out the next time you use it, so you can be more self-aware,” Kelly offered.

      “Wanna see my room?” Avery asked. Without waiting for an answer, СКАЧАТЬ