Her Rancher Bodyguard. Brenda Minton
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Название: Her Rancher Bodyguard
Автор: Brenda Minton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
isbn: 9781474054591
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“Thank you.” She managed to get the words out, closing her eyes again to block his concerned expression and the tumultuous emotions that bounced around inside her.
Needing someone was not her thing.
“You’re welcome,” he said, standing up. “Is there anything else I can do?”
She shook her head, the movement costing her. She put a hand to her temple. “Make this headache go away?”
He put a hand on her shoulder briefly. “I’m sure they’ll give you something.”
And then he was moving toward the door and the nurse was there, agreeing that they would get her something for pain.
“I can’t,” Kayla tried to explain. The nurse gave her a curious look. “No narcotics.”
Boone Wilder, babysitter, bodyguard, whatever he thought of himself, stopped at the door. “I’ll be here when you get back from CT. And we’ll have to call the police and file a report.”
The door slid open and his partner stepped inside. She wasn’t tall but Kayla got the impression this woman with her long dark hair, dark eyes and pretty face could intimidate almost anyone.
“Kayla Stanford, this is Lucy Palermo. We’re partners in MPW Bodyguard services.” Boone waved at the other woman in introduction.
“Palermo. Wilder. What does the M stand for?” Kayla asked as she leaned back on the bed.
“McKay. Daron McKay,” Boone said.
“Of course.” She covered her eyes with her hand to block the bright fluorescent lighting. “Our dads have worked together in the past.”
“That’s what Daron told us,” Lucy said with just the slightest Hispanic accent.
The nurse rested a hand on Kayla’s arm. “Time to get you into that hospital gown.”
“We’ll be out in the hall,” Boone said as he settled his hat back on his head.
“You don’t have to stay,” Kayla shot back, knowing he wouldn’t listen.
“You can’t get rid of us that easily.”
Of course she couldn’t. And even though she’d said the words, she didn’t mean them. Even strangers who had been paid to keep tabs on her were better than nothing.
She was so tired of being alone.
Sunshine streamed through the bedroom window of her apartment. Kayla closed her eyes and wished away the brightness. Worse, someone was singing. She put a hand to her head where it ached. Minor concussion, staples in the back of her head and a bruise on her shoulder. The doctor last night had told her she was fortunate. It could have been worse.
The police report they’d taken after the CT scan and stitches had furthered that theory. They wrote it off as an attempted mugging. She’d allowed them to think so. Fortunately Boone Wilder hadn’t been around to add his opinion.
But he was here now. She was sure it was him singing about sunshine.
She groaned, rolled over and gingerly pushed herself to a sitting position on the edge of her bed.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” Lucy Palermo’s softly accented voice took her by surprise.
Kayla turned and saw her sitting in the chair in the corner, a book in her lap. Her dark hair was braided and she wore a T-shirt and yoga pants.
“I suppose that’s a good thing,” Kayla said as she stood. “Oh, wow, standing is overrated.”
“Take it easy.” Lucy rushed to Kayla’s side.
“I’m not going to fall.” Kayla took a deep breath. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“I’ll be here if you need anything.”
“I don’t need anything,” Kayla said, then she sighed, because it wasn’t the other woman’s fault. “I’m a grown woman and I should have a say in whether or not I allow bodyguards to follow me.”
Lucy shrugged. “I agree. Unfortunately that isn’t up to me.”
The singing grew louder, and Kayla cringed. “Does he have to sing?”
“Yeah, unfortunately he does. You’ll get used to it. Or buy earplugs.”
She made it to the door of the bathroom but hesitated at the opening. “Is that bacon I smell?”
Lucy rolled her dark eyes. “Yeah, he insists on a big breakfast every morning. Do you want to eat before you shower?”
“No, that’s okay. I’m not hungry.”
Dark eyes swept her from top to bottom. “You might not be hungry, but you look as though you haven’t had a decent meal in weeks.”
“I don’t think my dad hired you to make sure I eat.”
“No, I guess he didn’t.” Lucy opened her book and let the subject drop.
Kayla didn’t want food. She closed her eyes and counted to ten as she leaned against the door frame. But she’d have to count to a million to get through this, through strangers in her home, through the fear that stalked her every day, through the cravings that still dogged her at times. Through the emotional roller coaster of losing the mother she hadn’t ever really known. Could you lose someone you never had?
The aroma of breakfast invaded her senses. The bacon smelled so good. She tried to remember the last time she’d had a decent breakfast, something other than a doughnut and coffee. Or just coffee. She couldn’t remember.
“I’ll be out in ten minutes,” she told Lucy as she closed the door behind her.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged. Boone Wilder in jeans, a T-shirt, cowboy hat and no shoes was standing in her kitchen at the sink washing dishes. She glanced past him, to the full pot of coffee, the plate of biscuits and the pan of gravy.
He tossed her a smile over his shoulder. “Hey, sunshine, ’bout time you crawled out of bed.”
She glanced at the clock. Barely eight in the morning. “It isn’t as if I slept until noon.”
“No, I guess not. Grab some breakfast. We have a lot to do today.”
Her mouth watered. She shook her head. “I don’t eat breakfast.”
He looked at her in mock horror. “What? It’s the most important meal of the day.”
Was he always this cheerful? She shook her head and ignored the tantalizing aroma that filled her kitchen. She rarely cooked, and if she did it was a frozen dinner, something on the grill or takeout СКАЧАТЬ