Chapter 0165


    Ahand on my shoulder shakes me awake and | jump, gasping a little bit as my head spins to see Kent''s guard sitting next to me


    in the back seat of the SUV.


    “Sorry,” he says, tentative and pulling away. “I didn’t mean to scare you — we''re just...home.”


    “Oh,” | say, surprised, turning to see that we are indeed pulling around to the front of Kent’s house. “Oh, wow,” | murmur, turning


    back to the guard. “I was really out of it, wasn’t it?”


    He gives me a little smile and a shrug. “Only minor snoring. Minimal drool,” he quips, making meugh.


    | narrow my eyes at him a little, working to remember. “Marco...right?” | hazard, and am rewarded with a wide grin on his face.


    “You got it, miss,” he says, giving me a nod as the car pulls to a stop out front.


    “Well, thanks, Marco,” | say, giving him a little smile. “For spending the night keeping me safe, and also waking me up before


    Kent found me slumped and snoring in the back of his car.”


    Marcoughs, shaking his head and leaning over me to pop my door open. “Any time, miss,” he replies warmly. As | climb out of


    the car | realize that I’m starting to learn the ways of Kent’s house more than | thought | was — I’m learning names, patterns. It


    feels...nice, | think, as the driver — Gianni —es around the car and lifts my little suitcase out of the trunk. | smile at him as |


    ept it, pleased when he grins at me in return, and then | turn towards the front of the house.


    I stop when I see him standing there, my breath stolen from me a little bit. First because...well, because he looks really good,


    standing there, clean-shaven in the morning light, already dressed in his finely tailored suit. But second because he looks mad.


    I sigh, ncing between Gianni and Marco, who don’t meet my eyes under his gaze. What the hell did | do this time?


    | reach down to grab the top handle of my suitcase, carrying it with me as | climb the steps towards Kent. He watches mee


    towards him, his arms folded, his face...unreadable. Stern. When | get to the top, close to him, | don’t know what to do. Should


    I...hug him?


    |ugh a little bit, despite myself, at that impulse. Nothing about Kent right now — his size, his stance, the power radiating off of


    him, the severe look he’s giving me — none of that says “hug me,” not at all.


    Surprisingly, though, his face softens when he hears my littleugh. “What?” he asks, dropping his hands to his waist and turning


    his head to the side, just a little bit. “What’s funny?”


    “Nothing, Kent,” | say, shrugging. “It’s just...really early to get red at that intensely. Can a girl get a cup of coffee first?”


    Kent blinks at me then, his lips parting a little in surprise, and then he shakes his head, blinking as a little smirk pulls at his


    mouth. “Come on, Fay,” he sighs, reaching out a hand that he ces between my shoulder des, ushering me neatly towards


    the open door. “Come inside. Wee home.”


    Surprised, pleased, | do as he says, only turning back for the little suitcase. “Leave it,” he murmurs, continuing to urge me


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    “Oh,” | say, ncing backwards at it


    and then at Marco and Gianni, who


    seem to be realizing tha same €Ring


    atypesametirhe Marco sighs and


    puts his head in his hands, but | give


    them both a smile. Kent''s back


    turned, Gianni risks giving me a little


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    Smiling, bolstered by the fact


    that...well, that | think Kent''s guards,


    like me, at least a hulebib| Ae ih


    Kane iatolite house and look up at


    him. “Did you have a nice night?” |


    ask, a little desperate to break the


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    Kent looks down at me for a moment while he closes the door, but he doesn’t answer my question. “Did you have a nice night,


    Fay?”


    “Um,” | say, my fingers reaching up to


    tangle in my hair, which | know


    is...unkempt, after a little — just a little


    - frisky busine wythnevers afd S night


    snes aesine Kent''s face goes


    dark as he sees me ying with my


    hair — something | only do when I’m


    anxious. Realizing that I’m giving


    away more than | want to, | drop my


    hands and fold them neatly behind


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