Page 84 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer

Rafi’s voice came through immediately. “Our response team has it. Stay where you are.”

I looked through the boathouse door. He stood beside the operations table with his phone raised.

“Do they need support?” I asked.

“Two agents and harbor patrol are already on scene. You’re off duty.”

I checked the location, responding unit, and status line.

Controlled. No injuries. Principal secure.

Shane waited beside me without pulling me away from the screen.

“You can go if they need you,” he said.

“I know.”

The status updated again.

No additional support required.

I closed the alert.

“They have it,” I said.

Shane’s smile returned slowly. “You’re staying?”

“I’m staying.”

I clipped the phone back inside my bag.

Then I caught his open collar and pulled him down for another kiss while applause broke out behind us.

“Your coworkers need boundaries,” he murmured.

“I’ll write a policy.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Definitely tomorrow.”

I pulled my apartment keys from my evening bag. Shane threaded the bungalow key onto the ring beside them and handed it back.

The two keys struck together with a small metallic click.

“Take me home,” I said.

His attention dropped to my mouth.

“That may be the best instruction you’ve ever given me.”

THE BUNGALOW SAT BENEATHtwo palms wrapped in white lights.

Shane parked beside a low sand-colored house with blue shutters and a screened porch. Warm light glowed through the front windows.

I stepped from the car and stared.

“This is modest?” I asked.