Guarding His Body
Renny had a death grip on his temper. Of all the Bennett children he had the shortest fuse. In the past few months he'd been trying really hard to prove his brothers and father wrong, that he could make intelligent decisions without first overreacting. But glancing again at this tiny woman—she couldn't be any more than five feet three inches and one-twenty soaking wet—with serious dark eyes and hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, he felt his resolve slipping.
How in the hell did they expect him to take the news that she was his new bodyguard seriously?
She didn't look capable of buying herself a drink without identification, let alone protecting him from some psychopath killer!
Through clenched teeth he managed a smile and extended his hand to clasp the one she'd held out to him. "I'm Renny Bennett. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Desdune," he murmured, because his mother had been a stickler for manners.
Bree hadn't missed it—even though he'd tried valiantly to hide his irritation, she'd seen the spark in his brown eyes and almost winced with its fierceness. He wasn't dressed in designer suits like the three other Bennett men in the room. No, this ... read full excerpt from Guarding His Body ebook
