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!

wouldn’t understand that I’m in agony being here?! It’s like asking someone if they cut their hair when you see them showing up with

want to point that out. It would be admitting my heart is broken, and I don’t want

my temper like

of your business…” I

that she looks scared,

so much, why did she

most importantly, do I

never considered myself intimidating, but then again, I rarely ask what other people think of me. Neither do I care. I suppose I’m

would like to think of myself

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

Is she serious?

in

“Oh.”

She looks relieved.

“With me,” I add.

“Oh…”

her. Like, what the fuck? Is the thought of sharing a bed with me that terrible?!

is pumping.

listen to me ordering her around. Instead, she grabs my hand, shocking me beyond belief. I turn around, losing my train of thought for a

“Why are you

back down. Neither does my irritated tone wipe the sweet smile from her

angry.” Irritated,

goddamn sun. “Do you know what I do

rain cloud? Is that an idiom? Who the fuck uses expressions when

I’m darkly amused. “No, what do you do?” Tell me

with air. “Count to three,” she is now slowly exhaling while keeping her smile. “And then I let it

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

promise you this will help you deal with your pent-up stress and anger.” Her

can’t help but laugh under my breath. “If I did that in front of the people at my office, I would be taken

that! I have

roll my eyes. “Of course,

making fun of

smile or move a facial muscle, but I’m laughing on the inside.

“You’re being mean…”

nice person,” I meet her eyes in the dimly lit hallway. And just because I

the wall, pressing her hands against it. Her eyes are wide with fear, and her bottom lip is trembling. She looks

mumbles. “You’re…

a deep breath and shake your fingers,

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