“On top of being competitive, I like a challenge. Let me tell you, this gig is real challenging. Hell, every day I learn something new. Another fighter friend, Leese Phelps, was the first to cut out for personal security. He sort of paved the way.” With another cocky grin, Justice added, “I still get to be a badass and have some interesting assignments. As a bonus, I get to carry a gun.”
Startled, she asked, “You’re carrying a gun?”
He gave her a “duh” look. “You thought I wouldn’t?”
“I never thought about it either way.” She looked him over, but didn’t see—
“Want to see for yourself, huh?” He leaned forward a little, lifted his T-shirt and showed her a black automatic in a holster connected to his belt, situated at the small of his back.
It took her a second to find her voice. Justice had just flashed a swath of firm skin and muscle, and the waistband of black boxers riding low on his hips. Temperature rising, Fallon asked in a whisper, “Have you ever shot anyone?”
“Not so far, no.” As he pulled up to a stoplight, he turned to look at her. “But I would if necessary.”
She believed him.
Then he flashed another grin, flexed his arms to make massive muscles pop in his biceps. “But with guns like these, it’s usually not necessary.”
Fallon felt like fanning her face. Good Lord, he looked fine. Needing another switch, she said, “I’m sorry I’m not a more interesting assignment.”
“You fit that ‘challenge’ part, and that keeps it interesting.”
Before she could ask him what he meant, the light changed and he moved his foot off the brake.
“Before you,” he said, “I worked with Mark Stricker.”
Her jaw loosened. “The movie star?”
“Yeah. Let me tell you—that was interesting. Did you know he’s, like, five-two?”
“Really? I thought he was taller.”
“Me, too.”
“In movies, he looks to be at least six feet tall.”
“Yeah, but it’s a trick. They put him on a platform when he’s next to the taller female actors. Crazy, huh?”
“Fascinating.” Curious why he’d been assigned to Stricker, she asked, “Was he in danger?”
“Nah. Mostly I helped him train for a new role as a fighter. But there were also times I had to keep the rabid fans away. I can’t talk about it much. The deets on the film are still hush-hush.”
“Okay, sorry.” When he again checked his mirrors, Fallon huffed a breath. “Is there a problem, Justice?”
“What do you mean?”
“You keep checking behind us like you’re expecting trouble.”
“It’s my job to expect trouble.”
She started to relax...
Until he added, “Especially when we’re being followed.”
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