Cami's gaze quickly meets mine, confusion in her eyes. "I told Tyson on Monday that we would need a female bodyguard here for you and your friends. She blends in nicely so that when you ladies desire some unaccompanied shopping this weekend, you can take her with you." I've been expecting her to be angry, but instead her eyes widen slightly in fear, the reality of the situation crashing down on her in a rush. Then her expression goes from fear to adoration in a nanosecond. "Thank you," she breathes. "I just want to know you're safe. After those calls yesterday I really feel it's necessary to ensure you guys don't have any issues when you're away from Tyson or myself." She just nods, and I proceed with the introductions. "Cami, this is Mike." I point to the shorter and stouter of the two men. She reaches out to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you," she says. Then I point to Leroy. Don't let the name fool you, the man is a beast. Standing at six feet, seven inches, he looks a lot like a body builder.
