Locked (PresLocke Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
TIGHT. MINE. I NEVER UNDERSTOOD the need for guys to have a bodyguard until I faced the wall of paparazzi waiting outside of my neighborhood’s main gate before dawn on Monday morning. “Oh holy…” Dylan said from where he sat beside me in my Range Rover as the gate opened and the flashes went off like hundreds of lightning bolts striking at once. The effect was blinding, and though the sun hadn’t come up just yet, I had to grab my sunglasses from the console to be able to see past them to the main road. And hopefully not hit anybody in the process, though I couldn’t say I’d be devastated if that happened. Invasive little assholes. I maneuvered the car slowly through the crowd shouting questions at us, and all I could think was, Why do they bother? Did they believe I would roll my window down and answer them? Wasting their breath. Out of the corner of my eye, Dylan tugged his hat down over his face, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I couldn’t blame the guy at all if he wanted to flee after the last twenty-four hours.
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