Free Rock Your Body: A BWWM Romance by Susan Westwood Page A

the man standing there. “Got a date?”
    “Sort of.”
    “Should you be romancing the employee?”
    “Look who is talking. You don’t think that having Tamra move in is obvious?”
    “No, it’s not. I know what I’m doing.”
    “So do I. You have that appointment this morning with the fragrance company?”’
    “Yes and if I don’t leave soon, I’ll be late.”
    “They probably are expecting you to be.”
    “All the more reason to not be late. Let me go l et Tamra know we have to leave.”
    A knock sounded on the door. “Would that be your limo?”
    Colin nodded. “You don’t expect me to actually drive in Manhattan? Especially not the Aston.”
    “No, I guess not. I’ll tell the driver you’re almost ready. You get Tamra.”
    “Deal.”
    *
     
    Tamra was just about finished unpacking when she heard soft footfalls in the hallway. She stiffened.
    “Hey, Tamra. I have an appointment in New York. We need to go.”
    She nodded, checked her gun and put it in a holster.
    “You’re carrying?”
    “Yes, I have a permit in several states.”
    “Interesting. Will you take me shooting with you at some point?”
    She eyed him. Shooting. “To the range? You’d want to do that?”
    “Yes, of course, but we have to go. The car is here.”
    “The car?”
    “Yeah, I don’t drive in Manhattan.”
    The car was a Lincoln Continental with tinted windows.
    “I could have driven you.”
    “Your car is in the shop.”
    “I could have rented one. I ha d no time to clear this driver.”
    Colin pointed to the driver. “He’s my cousin. He owns the place. Sean, meet Tamra. Tamra meet Sean.”
    Tamra looked the man over, but so no resemblance to Colin. “Nice to meet you.”
    She still would have done a background check or driven him herself. She could have rented a car if necessary. She slid into the back seat and Colin closed her door.
    When he got it the car she said, “Let me get out first and get in last. It’s safer that way.”
    “Okay. You’re the boss.”
    “Remember that.”
    She looked out the window, not wanting to speak to him. She had to be on alert. He was distraction that was not going to help her do her job. It made sense on so many levels to have some guy in the house but he would not have liked that. He’d insisted that she do the job and the customer had the final say in some things.
    “I’m sorry that you’re inconvenienced.”
    “It’s my job.”
    “But you don’t often guard the client. You have people you hire.”
    “Yes. I’m here. Under duress, so let’s stop talking about it.”
    ***
    After a painfully silent ride into Manhattan, the limousine driver dropped them off in front of a high rise building. Tamra exited the vehicle first, looking round then motioning for Colin to follow her.
    She hustled him into the building, not that anyone would have blinked if they’d seen him. This was New York City, home of those who were jaded. He’d walked down the street more than once in Manhattan without getting accosted.
    He did dress differently than he did on stage. Maybe that helped.
    Perfumery Solutions was located on the fifth floor of the building. A perky receptionist met them and offered them coffee.
    Tamra sat next to him looking around.
    “Roger already checked this place out.”
    “Is he a professional bodyguard?”
    “No.”
    “Then I’m not completely comfortable here.”
    “What do you think is going to happen? Do you think my stalker is going to force his way into a building in Manhattan at gunpoint?”
    “You don’t know what this stalker will do. They usually are not stable and they assume a relationship with you that isn’t there. Doesn’t that bother you in the least?”
    “Like I said, I’m not convinced this person is a threat.”
    “Then why did you hold your breath until I agreed to take your case on personally?”
    She had him there. Could he tell her? Would she run screaming from the building? “I may not believe it, but all of you do. Why not