He was different than she’d imagined. When she’d seen him outside the coffeehouse, she’d assumed he’d be a big, gorgeous, unintelligent frat boy like the ones she’d barely been able to tolerate in college. They’d only cared about the next party and all that entailed. But Connor was different. Yes, he’d taken her into the nastiest bar she’d ever seen, but because it looked as if he couldn’t afford more. He didn’t even have the money for a plane ticket home. What had Niall been thinking? She chatted on, but it was nearly impossible to take her eyes off Connor. The man needed to stop the bodyguard business and go to Hollywood. She had the distinct feeling that once he got into her condo, he wouldn’t leave until he wanted to. Still, she couldn’t find the will to tell him no and send him to some ratty motel. Her couch was pretty comfy. She’d fallen asleep there many a night. It had been years since she’d had someone sleep over.
