Chapter 4
Tobias

How do you trust a person after the one who was your everything betrayed you by sleeping with your best friend?

You don’t.

At least not me.

“I don’t need a bodyguard!” Hannah exclaims as we take off our shoes inside my hallway, which now is hers too.

“You do need one,” I say without facing her. All I want right now is a shower and some much-needed rest.

“No one would try to assassinate me!”

I arch an eyebrow while hanging up my coat, watching her over my shoulder as I do. “No, but… Someone might try to press me for money by kidnapping you.”

Hannah looks shocked by my words. Fear enters those ice-blue eyes, and then something weird happens: I, Tobias Ford, feel guilt for pulling this woman into my crazy life and schemes.

The guilt trip lasts for about three seconds. Then I remind myself that Hannah needs this. She is a broke college student, and I’m the answer to her problems.

I shouldn’t feel guilty.

Still, I sigh. “Look, how about we talk about this tomorrow? It’s late, and I have an early day tomorrow.”

Noticing my tiredness, Hannah relents. Her expression softens, and she stops pressing her agenda. How interesting. It seems former Mrs. Darling cares more about other’s people well-being than her own. I admire that.

“I suppose I can wait until tomorrow,” Hannah looks around and takes in the space around her. Her eyes widen like I knew they would, and shock crosses her features. “So this is your house…”

“Yes.”

She laughs, and I stare her down.

“Did I say something funny?” I ask.

“No, it’s just that…” a smile tugs on her lips, and she looks up at me with glittering eyes. So naive. So innocent and young. “If this is your house, why were you staying at the hotel?”

My mood darkens. “Because I was with my ex-wife when I bought this house. It’s filled with our old memories.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t know that… But I suppose I should have…” Hannah stares down at the ground, embarrassed. “Is it hard for you to be here?”

Is she serious?

The answer is yes, and Hannah should know that!

like asking someone if they cut their hair when you see them showing up with a new hairstyle,

to point that out. It would be admitting my heart is

temper like an

of your business…” I

that she looks scared, kind of

why did she

most importantly, do I

but then again, I rarely ask what other people think of me. Neither do I care. I suppose I’m tall. Perhaps that’s enough to enter the scary-man

would like to think of

looks uncomfortable. Her lips are trembling, and she avoids eye contact. “W-which room

Is she serious?

sleeping in the

“Oh.”

She looks relieved.

“With me,” I add.

“Oh…”

Like, what the fuck? Is the thought of sharing a bed with me that terrible?! My ex-wife cheated on me, and now this

is pumping. “Just

doesn’t listen to me ordering her around. Instead, she grabs my hand, shocking me beyond belief. I turn around, losing my train

“Why are

my hand but doesn’t back down. Neither does my irritated tone wipe the sweet smile from

angry.” Irritated, yes. Angry?

goddamn sun. “Do you know what

uses expressions when they talk? A

what do you do?”

breath filling her chest with air. “Count to three,” she is now slowly exhaling while keeping her smile. “And

really, and that’s when it hits me, “Did I marry

anger and moving on. I promise you this will help you deal with your pent-up

under my breath. “If I did that in front of the people at my office, I would be taken

moving her fingers. “Don’t joke about that! I have friends there, and some

roll my eyes. “Of course, you

you making

facial muscle, but I’m laughing on the inside. Hannah

“You’re being mean…”

lit hallway. And just because I can, I

hands against it. Her eyes are wide with fear, and her bottom lip

mumbles. “You’re… upsetting me

your fingers, you know, to

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