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!

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 a

to point that out. It would be admitting my heart is broken, and I don’t want to show myself as vulnerable, so what do I

lose my temper like an

your business…”

words, tone—I don’t know. The point is that she looks

scare her so much, why did she agree to

do I

considered myself intimidating, 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

would like to

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

Is she serious?

obviously sleeping in the

“Oh.”

She looks relieved.

“With me,” I add.

“Oh…”

take her out into the forest at night to murder her. Like, what the fuck? Is the thought of sharing a bed

blood is pumping. “Just follow

her around. Instead, she grabs my hand, shocking me beyond belief. I turn around, losing my

“Why are

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

not angry.” Irritated, yes.

you know what

fuck uses expressions when they talk? A clown? A therapist, or perhaps a kindergarten teacher? She

amused. “No, what do you do?” Tell me so that

dramatic deep breath filling her chest with air. “Count to three,” she is

shakes her little hands, rattles them really, and that’s when it hits me, “Did I

proven method of letting go of your inner anger and moving on. I promise you this will help you

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

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

“Of course, you

you making fun

I?” I don’t smile or move a facial muscle, but I’m laughing

“You’re being mean…”

the dimly lit hallway. And just because I can,

bottom lip is trembling. She looks as if I might punch her.

mumbles. “You’re… upsetting

take a deep breath and shake your fingers, you know,

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