Please welcome RJ Scott with her newest release
Bodyguards Inc. #4
Even if Ross and Kyle make it out of this alive, will the secrets in Kyle's heart stay safe?
Kyle gets caught up in a case that is entirely unrelated to Bodyguards Inc. Not only does he abruptly need time off, but he has to have absolute trust and complete support from Ross without being able to tell Ross a thing.
CIA Agent Stefan Mortimer needs Kyle's help with a case of a geneticist and a missing formula. Trouble is being led right to Kyle’s door, endangering the life of the team he has built and the man that he loves.
Going undercover, with Ross as his husband, is the worst kind of torture in so many ways, but it is the only answer. Kyle and Ross may well live through this but Kyle is convinced his heart won't survive.
Dinner was quiet.
To be fair, Ross couldn’t recall ever sitting down to eat with Kyle at an actual dinner table. They’d shared pizza or Chinese when they stayed late on a case, but inevitably Kyle was in his office and Ross was at his desk. They didn’t even take the time to have a coffee together; that wasn’t what bosses and their PAs did. But sitting here like this wasn’t what Ross had been expecting. He’d imagined they would talk, and given they had a cover to maintain, it should look more animated, like they were two men in love. But unless Kyle responded to the three or four conversation starters Ross had thrown out, they would look like the poster couple for divorce.
Pasting on his best flirtatious face, Ross leaned over the table. “You need to talk to me,” he whispered before grasping Kyle’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
Kyle looked down at their joined hands then up at Ross. He copied the whole leaning-in part. “Sorry.” He picked up his water glass. “To us,” he said loudly—or at least louder than their whispering.
Ross raised his glass. He’d ordered a Sprite and exchanged laughs about how hungover he’d gotten at his stag night and how he was off alcohol forever. He’d kind of like a vodka or two at this moment in time, but he and Kyle had to maintain some semblance of control. “To us,” he replied.
They touched glasses, then continued to eat, only this time Kyle actually responded to a question or two, and started the talking himself. The elephant in the room was that they were pretending, but Ross was quite proud of his conversation starters. Luckily the dining room was small and only for the hotel. As a result the menu was restricted to a select few items made with locally sourced seasonal produce. The tables were full, but with a lot of space around them, and the party at the back table was loud enough to cover any awkward minutes of silence between Ross and Kyle. Ross ordered the Hunter Chicken, Kyle the American burger.
“Really?” Ross asked as soon as the waiter had moved away.
“You’re in England, and you order an American burger?”
Kyle glanced down at the menu then back at Ross. “It won’t be like a real American burger.”
“You mean it’ll be a fake one? Can I try some when it gets here?”
“I’m not sharing my burger,” Kyle said. “Americans don’t share their burgers.”
“Or what?”Kyle lowered his voice. “You know I have a gun, right?”
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