Undercover Bodyguard. Shirlee McCoy

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       An engine revved and headlights splashed across the cracked sidewalk, spilling onto lush yards filled with blooming daffodils and flowering shrubs. Shelby glanced over her shoulder, spotted a black Hummer rolling along the street. There was no one on the sidewalk. No hint that she’d been chased or that her fear was well-founded. She slowed to a walk, lungs burning, heart thundering as she waited for the Hummer to pass.

       It pulled up beside her, going so slowly she could easily have outrun it. Big and black with tinted windows, it had plenty of room in the back to stuff a woman.

       Had Sunglasses Guy come after her?

       Her pulse jumped at the thought. She couldn’t see through the tinted glass, but she was sure she felt his dark gaze. She ran the last few steps to Maureen’s driveway, her hair standing on end when the Hummer pulled in behind her. The driver’s door opened, and Shelby didn’t wait to see if Sunglasses Guy would get out. She dropped the pastries and ran for Maureen’s door, her pulse jumping as someone snagged the back of her apron and pulled her to a stop.

       She screamed, fists swinging, lungs filling for another scream.

       “Cool it, Shelby Ann. I’m not in the mood to have my nose broken.” The voice was familiar, but she swung again anyway, her knuckles brushing a firm jaw.

       “I said, cool it.” He grabbed her hand, held it in a grip that she couldn’t loosen no matter how desperately she tried.

       “Let me go!” she yelled, looking up, up and up into the face of her attacker.

       The familiar face of her attacker.

       She knew him!

       Not Sunglasses Guy.

       Hercules. The muscular, too-good-looking-to-be-for-real guy who’d been coming into Just Desserts at the crack of dawn every morning for the past four months, watching her intently as she filled his order. Two doughnuts and a large coffee. Black. To go. She’d noticed him the first day he’d walked into the bakery, and she’d been noticing him ever since. What woman wouldn’t? The guy should be on the front cover of a bodybuilder magazine.

       “What are you doing here?” She managed to sputter, and he raised an eyebrow.

       “Looking for you.”

       “Well, you found me and scared me, and now I’ve ruined three dozen pastries.” Her voice shook as she tugged away. “Maureen is not going to be happy.”

       “I’m sure they’re salvageable.” He lifted the boxes, opened the one on the top and frowned. “Some of them.”

       “None of them. I’m going to have to go back for more.” She huffed, eyeing the smashed tops of several muffins, her pulse racing for a reason that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the man standing beside her. There was just something about his dark, knowing gaze that unbalanced her, and having him there, talking to her, looking straight into her eyes, studying her face…

       Unbalanced was exactly how she felt.

       She frowned, pulling the boxes from his hands. “You said you were looking for me. Did Dottie send you?” Dottie had been part of Shelby’s life for as long as she could remember. A good friend of Beulah’s, she’d shown up at the bakery a week after Beulah’s funeral, and she’d been hanging around ever since.

       “She said you didn’t take your car out for the delivery, and she was worried about you walking here alone.”

       “My car wouldn’t start, so I didn’t have much of a choice.”

       “Next time, call someone to give you a ride.”

       “Before dawn? Who would I call?” she asked, and he shrugged.

       “A friend. Family. Someone who can make sure you get where you’re going and back safely.”

       “I’ve been getting where I’m going and back safely for years, Herc—” She stopped short of calling him what she’d been calling him in her head since the first day she’d seen him. “I guess you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

       “Ryder Malone.”

       “Well, like I said, Ryder, I’ve been running my own business and getting by just fine for five years. I’m not sure what possessed Dottie to worry now, but you can go back to what you were doing before she sent you out looking for me.” She took a step toward Maureen’s door, but Ryder pulled her up short.

       “What I was doing was waiting for my doughnuts and coffee. Dottie won’t sell them to me until I get you back to the bakery in one piece, so going back to what I was doing isn’t going to accomplish anything.”

       “Oh, for goodness’ sake! What is that woman up to now?” she muttered, shoving the boxes toward him. “Here. Hold these. I’ll tell Maureen that I need to run back to the bakery. If you don’t mind giving me a ride, we should be able to get things cleared up pretty quickly and get you on your way.”

       “No problem.” He took a ruined muffin from the top box and bit into it. “Still tastes great. Are you sure your customer won’t—”

       “I’m sure.” She cut him off, anxious to give Maureen the bad news and get back to the bakery. She had too much to do to waste time, and she planned to tell Dottie that. Of all the things the woman had done in the four years she’d been working at the bakery, sending Ryder Malone out searching for Shelby took the cake.

       A sad attempt at matchmaking. That’s what it was, and Shelby did not have the patience for it.

       She marched to Maureen’s front door, bracing herself for the tantrum she knew was coming. As much as she liked the vivacious, spontaneous fifty-year-old, Shelby thought Maureen was a little too much like her mother and sister. Sweet but spoiled. Kind, as long as things were going her way.

       Right now, things were not going Maureen’s way, and Shelby expected to hear about it.

       She rang the doorbell of the beautiful Victorian, glancing at her watch as she did so. Already five minutes late, and she still had to return to the bakery to get new product. Maureen was not going to be happy.

       As a matter of fact, Shelby was surprised she hadn’t already opened the door and demanded an explanation. Now that she thought about it, Shelby was surprised there were no lights on, no sign that Maureen was getting ready for her fiftieth birthday celebration. An early breakfast, a limo ride to the airport and an early flight out to New York City.

      Be there by 5:20 a.m., Shelby. Not a minute later. Our flight leaves at 8:30, and the girls will be showing up on my doorstep at 6:00 expecting a birthday breakfast to die for.

       Maureen’s words rang in Shelby’s ears, anxiety simmering in her stomach as she peered into the narrow window beside the door. Nothing. Not even a hint of movement.

       Concerned, she rang the doorbell again and heard something. A muffled sound that came from deep within the house.

       And then the world exploded.

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