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When she’d strolled closer, Dad had wrapped hisroo around his sisters’ dolls

Tony had never really understood what his dad had meant…until this moment His pulse kicked up and his senses lasered in on the woman before him With the upward lift of her jaw and the determined tilt to her head, Sylvie Bissette looked every inch a woman who knew exactly what she wanted

Under different circu ether But he had his secret et involved with her And hell, she had enough risk in her life right now—namely, a stalker who’d apparently made the move from the cyber world to the real one Whether she liked it or not, she needed a bodyguard to neutralize the threat

She needed him to keep her safe Just as much as he needed to find Keith’s killer

As of this moment this was officially his case, and she was his responsibility—and he didn’t sleep with clients Especially not ones he’d screwed over before he even knew theation, so would her fathers And then it would be ie Keith

A awking “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Sylvie looked over at the other rowled its displeasure

“I’ers with their short red nails from his “Thanks to Tony”

“Still, miss, you should stay here and wait for the ambulance—you both should That was a close one” He pushed his glasses back up his nose “The nine-one-one operator said the police are on their way, too”

The words had barely left the man’s mouth when a cruiser pulled to a stop in front of them, followed by an ambulance The paramedics juh the throng, hter’s side

Stepping back to give the para, Tony scanned the crowd Growing up in a fa ten years on the job hiuy in the Mercedes was long gone, it didn’t h to atteht, which told his

One, the perp had lost patience

Two, he—or she—may not have been the driver, but instead could be one of the rubberneckers crowding around them

And three, the stalker knew Sylvie’s whereabouts well enough to anticipate she’d be at Coffee Grounds this

Any one of those possibilities meant she needed 24/7 protection