Guarded Desire

er a second too late could mean never drawing breath again. Now, as a bodyguard, those instincts served him in different

what he sensed inside

robably cared to admit. She moved like a woman who had learned to take up as little space as possible, gliding through the gran

moved that caught Logan's atten

and, and placed his palm on Eleanor's back. It was a simple touch, one that should have meant nothing. But Logan saw her flinc

ose strand of Eleanor's hair behind her ear. Logan didn't miss the way she tensed, her fingers cur

e was her

carefully measured, like someone walking on thin ice. When guests were around, she played the role of th

was always

he had suspected since the moment he arrived: Eleanor S

e her study, he overheard a conve

d's voice was low, controlled, but t

was softer, a thread of unease woven

words. Something hitting the des

her off. "You know how things work, Ele

ogan's hands cu

eanor finall

ckly shifted back into the shadows. Richard strolled

rged a moment later,

ers trembling at her sides, her breaths coming just a little too fast. She turned, heading to

d slowly, ja

t just a j

as a m

ir was the woman h