Her Soldier Protector. Сорейя Лейн

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      Logan tightened his hold on her hand as she stepped out, and suddenly they were surrounded by flashes that seemed like bulbs exploding in front of them.

      “Easy,” he told Ranger, his grip on the dog’s leash firm. “Let’s go.”

      He released her only when she loosened her hold, then he walked with his palm flat against her back, his dog on his other side. If she wanted to stop to talk to fans, then that was her decision, but anything that alerted him to a potential problem? Then he’d be the one calling the shots, never mind what her manager or whoever he was wanted her to do.

      “Don’t leave me,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear, a tremble in her voice.

      “I’m right here until you tell me to go,” Logan replied, moving his body closer to hers, realizing his instincts had been right. “I’ve swept every inch of this place, and my dog never makes mistakes.”

      Logan watched her nod, before bravely squaring her shoulders and raising her hand in a wave to her fans. The flashes from the paparazzi were still in full swing, and now everyone in the crowd seemed to be screaming out to the woman they’d queued hours to meet. He’d been doubtful that she needed such high-level security, but the worry in her voice told him that maybe it had been justified.

      “Candace, over here!” one girl was yelling. “Please, Candace, I love you!”

      Logan steered her forward, stopping only when she did. He noticed the slight shake of her hand as she signed multiple autographs, before angling her body toward the building. He took his cue.

      “Autographs are over,” he announced, at the same time as the crowd started yelling again.

      They walked straight toward the door, stopping for a few more fans just before they disappeared inside.

      Logan touched his earpiece. “We’re in the building. Secure the exits.”

      As the doors shut behind them, Candace collapsed against the wall, her face drained of color.

      “Ms. Evans?” he asked, at her side in a heartbeat.

      “I’m fine. It’s just overwhelming,” she muttered, resting her head back against the wall. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to make the walk from the car.”

      Logan dropped Ranger’s leash and told him to stay, before crossing the room to fill two glasses of water.

      “He won’t hurt me, will he?”

      Logan glanced back and saw that his dog was sitting to attention, ears pricked, eyes trained on her. Ranger was looking at her as though curiosity was about to get the better of him.

      “Lie down,” he commanded, smiling as Ranger did as he was told. “He’s a big softie and he knows his manners. The worst he’d do is lick you if I let him, and he sure seems to like the look of you.”

      Her smile wasn’t convincing, but she did seem to relax. He passed her a glass of water, trying not to look too intently at her bright blue eyes, or the long blond curls that were falling over her breasts. In real life she was beyond stunning—much shorter than he’d have guessed, and tiny, like a doll.

      “Tell me why you’re so scared,” he asked. “I’m guessing it’s more than just the bombings that have happened around the world lately to cause a seasoned superstar like you to panic.”

      Candace nodded, sipping her water before passing it back to him.

      “I’ve received threats,” she told him. “The first few to my house, then a package sent to my last tour bus and another to my manager. I was fine to start with, but it’s starting to get to me.”

      Crap. He’d guessed there was more to this story, but the fact that he was head of security and hadn’t been correctly briefed was a major breach of trust from everyone involved.

      Logan kept his face neutral, not wanting her to see him as anything other than trustworthy and dependable. It wasn’t her fault that not all the information had been passed along—he would save his anger for someone who deserved to be blasted. Like maybe his boss or her manager.

      “I’ve worked with Ranger for five tours in warzones, so there is no chance an Improvised Explosive Device is coming anywhere near you without him detecting it,” Logan told her. “The only thing you have to do is make sure your people keep me fully briefed at all times. No secrets, no lies.”

      The smile she gave him was shy, but it lit up her face, made her eyes swim to life. “Will you stay with me until I go on? I have an interview to do soon, but I’ll be in my dressing room until the show.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” There was no way he was going to walk away when he’d finally seen her smile like that.

      “I don’t even know your name,” she said, pushing off from the wall she’d been resting against as her entourage came down the stairs at the end of the hall, having been escorted into the building through a separate door.

      “Logan,” he said. “And this here is Ranger.”

      “Call me Candace,” she told him, her eyes never leaving his as they spoke. “If you’re in charge of keeping me safe, you can at least call me by my first name.”

      Logan smiled at Candace and picked up Ranger’s leash, before following a few steps behind her. He might have moaned about being asked to work security by the Australian Army, but this job was turning out to be a whole lot more interesting than he’d expected. She was here to perform to a sold-out crowd and help promote Australia to the rest of the world at the same time, and being her private security detail might just prove to be the most enjoyable work he’d done in his career with the SAS.

      Personally enjoyable, anyway. Not to mention it was a job that wasn’t going to haunt him in the middle of the night like his last few assignments.

      * * *

      For the first time in weeks, Candace was relaxed. The tightness in her shoulders had almost disappeared, and she wasn’t on edge, looking sideways to make sure no one was following her who shouldn’t be. Ever since the letters had started to arrive, she’d hardly slept and almost cancelled the last leg of her world tour, but she hated letting anyone down.

      And then Logan had escorted her past the waiting crowd and into the building, and the fear and terror had slowly seeped from her body.

      She’d had plenty of bodyguards over the years, usually hulking guys who could deal with any physical threat. But with the latest spate of bombings around the world and the situation with the letters, she didn’t just want men capable of brute strength around her. She’d asked for the best, and it looked like she’d received him.

      “We’ll take it from here.”

      She glanced across at her manager, Billy. He always had her best intentions at heart, or at least she hoped he did, but right now she wasn’t interested in doing what she was told.

      “I’ve actually decided I want Logan to stay with me,” she said.

      Eyebrows were raised in her direction, and she almost laughed at the stern expression Logan was giving them in response. She doubted СКАЧАТЬ