Protect Me (Book Three): Protect Me, #3
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What do you do when the man who's supposed to protect you is the very one you should be running from?
Paisley:
I never thought I needed a bodyguard,
But when Tyler snuck into my bedroom in the middle of the night, he sure as hell changed my mind.
Six foot three of endless muscle and a burning case of writer's block,
I just found my favorite new distraction.
Tyler:
Paisley Abbott, country singer and international star,
She's sweet like sugar and pure as untouched snow.
I gained her trust, conned my way into her home,
And now her bed.
She doesn't know I made a sordid tape of us together,
And yes—I made sure to get us from every. single. angle.
She doesn't know I plan to sell her out and expose her to millions.
I sure as hell didn't plan to fall for her for real.
Now there's no way we're getting out of this without one of us getting hurt.
This is the third book in the Protect Me series.
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Protect Me (Book Three) - Layla Valentine
Tyler
S o you screwed it up, is what you’re telling me.
Dan leaned on the bar, giving me his most disappointed look.
It was never gonna work, Dan. I couldn’t do that to her.
No, you couldn’t, because you’re too stupid to put your laptop somewhere that she wouldn’t find it,
he said bitterly, snapping his towel at an errant fly.
I swirled the drink in front of me, wanting to dive into it.
Could you have done that to Debbie? Not at the end when you hated each other. When you first met her. Could you do that?
Dan frowned, deep in thought, then sighed. Boy, if I could remember what I would’ve done at the beginning, there might not have been an end.
You wouldn’t have,
I said firmly, still twirling my drink. Slamming my hands on the bar, I made a decision. I’m gonna call her.
I wouldn’t do that,
Dan said, shaking his head. She’s still pissed. Women don’t let stuff like that go.
I just want to explain,
I told him, pulling my phone out of my pocket. Tell her what really happened.
That ain’t gonna make a difference,
Dan told me. Once a woman gets an idea in her head…
Shut up, it’s ringing.
And ringing, and ringing… Voicemail. Frowning, I dialed again. Same thing happened.
Screening your calls,
Dan said, nodding sagely. I told you, boy. She’s not fittin’ to talk to you.
If she was screening my calls, she’d just cut it off after the first couple rings. It’s gone the whole five. Damn it.
Maybe she just doesn’t want to talk. Maybe she threw the phone in a drawer someplace.
No, her sister calls her too much for her to do that. She never dodges her sister.
Dan raised his brows with a little smirk. I glared at him as I listened to the phone ring again. Across the bar, someone chose a song from the jukebox. A local metal band began to play, sparking a memory. That stupid oaf from the club, pinning Paisley to the wall. What if…?
I gotta go,
I said, tossing a few bills at Dan for my untouched drink.
She’s not gonna want to see you,
Dan called after me. Get flowers!
No time for flowers. I knew in my gut that something was very, very wrong.
After the scene that played out that morning, Paisley should have been stuck to her phone, talking to her sister and her girlfriends and anybody who would listen, telling them what an asshole I was. Any girl I knew would have done the same, and most of the guys too. Hell, look at me. I went straight to Dan. It’s just what people do.
The more I thought about it, the more worried I got. I hit the gas, breaking speed limits without a second thought, blasting through the city to careen into the little suburban oasis. Right, two lefts, and a right. I could see her house in the distance. There were no lights on, not even in the piano room. An anxious knot squeezed my belly, and I hit eighty-five on that quiet little back road.
An unmarked gray van was backing out just a little too fast, and I nearly collided with it as I turned to fly into her driveway. Just as I was moving to slam on the horn, I saw it. A tiny scrap of fabric sticking out from between the back doors. Deep red swirls on a pretty cream, the same dress she had thrown on in a fury that morning. Making the connection wasted valuable seconds, and the van was speeding away by the time I slammed the car into gear.
Oh no you don’t, you son of a bitch,
I growled.
He was heading up Killdeer. Pulling up my mental map, I found the nearest cross street. I could get there faster than that van could, I was sure of it.
Flipping a U-turn in the middle of the road, I sped in the opposite direction. Down Whooping Crane, up Bluebird, left on Red Crest, and…I nearly collided with the van’s taillights as I blasted onto Killdeer.
Cursing, I kept going straight across. This loop was shorter, and Killdeer had a curvy bit at the bottom there which would slow the van down.
I pushed my engine, redlining as I outpaced the gears, hitting a hundred on the straightaways. Yanking the emergency brake at the last second, I crunched the car to a stop dead across Killdeer. Headlights bore down on me. They weren’t slowing down, and they sure as hell weren’t trying to stop.
I jumped from my car at the last possible second, not giving the van driver time to change direction to hit me. Diving out of the way, I watched as the van collided with my car, smashing it to pieces. The old-school steel body smashed the van’s nose in, sending steam and smoke spiraling from the engine. Adrenaline pumping, I ripped the driver’s door open and yanked