I ask as the sun starts to come up. We’ve been talking and touching through the night, but that had yet to come up. I’m almost afraid he’s going to tell me he’s in the mafia or something. Brody clears his throat and rolls to his side, bringing our noses together. “When I moved back here I got into security. There was a situation I had to take care of last night. No big deal.” I process this for a minute. “So that’s where you go in the mornings?” He nods sleepily. “Yeah, most mornings and any other time they need me.” “So you’re a part time security guard, part time orchard over hauler. Diverse man.” Brody reaches for me, rolling so that he’s straddling my waist and begins to tickle me. “That’s a stupid name. Pick something else.” “Bodyguard?” I ask through my laughter, writhing against him. “Not that.
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