The Socialite and the Bodyguard by Dana Marton Page B

know this was difficult. I appreciate everyone answering all my questions. Let’s grab something to eat then get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow.”
    His attention being focused elsewhere, the tension in her shoulders eased, and she got up to check on Greg. She’d talked him into staying in his room while Nash talked to the others. Being in a strange environment was already hard enough on him. She didn’t want to add any more stress on top of that.
    She walked in after knocking. “How is the movie?”
    “Almost over. Pretty much everyone’s dead.”
    Greg had developed a fondness for mafia flicks of late. She couldn’t figure out what the appeal was. Maybe the rules that governed them. Greg liked rules. They made him feel safe. He liked any kind of orderliness in general.
    His room was as superclean and organized as Nash’s. Greg didn’t deal well with a mess. He was so highly functional in other areas that his small idiosyncrasies took people by surprise sometimes, but Kayla was used to them.
    She went over to the armchair where he sat and pressed a kiss to his head. “Good night.”
    “Good night, sis.” He patted her hand on his shoulder, but didn’t take his eyes off the screen.
    She might not have liked Nash shaking everything up, but she did appreciate that he’d brought Greg under his umbrella of protection. She’d been telling herself that nobody could possibly consider Greg any sort of a threat. He was barely involved at the company, he didn’t even have full say over his own trust fund, but under the layers of denial she’d been worried. She couldn’t stand it if anything happened to Greg. He was the only close family she had left.
She stepped back out into the living room, her hand on the doorknob.
    “You should leave that open,” Nash told her from the couch. “Yours, too.”
    “We’re on the sixty-third floor. What do you think the chances are of someone coming through the window?”
    He watched her unblinking. “Even if it’s one in a million, I want to be prepared.”
    He was always prepared, she had no doubt about that. She was the one who’d been caught unawares. But then again, she doubted anything could have prepared her for Nash Wilder.
    He’d come to keep an eye on Tsini, and then he had taken over.
    She understood that all this was for her own good, but on some level she resented the intrusion in her comfortable life. He was changing everything, making her question herself, making her question her staff. Making her want him, dammit.
    That was the hardest admission to make.
    Even if she lost complete control of her surroundings, she liked to think that she, at least, always had control over herself. She hated the feeling that she was losing that. Nash was getting to her without half trying. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if he ever actually put his mind to it and came after her. She rolled over and tangled herself in the sheets, kicked to free her legs.
    Her awareness of him was driving her nuts.
    And there was no getting away from him. Even now, from the couch, he could see her in her bed. She could see him. How on earth was she supposed to fall asleep like that?

Chapter Five
    Nash sat between Kayla and Ivan as they watched Tom lead Tsini around the ring. Greg sat on Kayla’s other side, playing on his iPhone, looking up now and then to keep track of the show’s progress. Dave sat on Greg’s left, while Mike had a seat in front of them. Their side of the arena was set up as the Group Ring. The other side was for the Breed Classes. Tsini didn’t participate in that. Thank God.
    Everything took forever as it was. They’d waited all morning for the Non-Sporting group, the group in which standard poodles competed, to have their turn.
    He scanned the people around them, looking for anything suspicious. Everyone else’s attention was riveted on the dogs in the ring as they walked in a circle, led by their handlers. The crowd quieted as the dogs stopped