Beverly Long - Bodyguard Reunion

“We’ll see,” Charity said.

JC snuck a look at the clock in the kitchen. She did not live in a world where one wasted a whole morning. Not that meeting Charity had been a waste. No, that was totally worth it. But to miss a whole morning of work was going to set her back substantially. “I have to be at the Wallington in an hour,” she said, looking at Royce.

He nodded. “That hotel is fairly new, at the far end of the strip. Will take about fifteen minutes to get there.”

JC pushed back her chair. “I’m going to get ready,” she said.

Charity stood up, too. “I’m going down to the pool.”

She smiled at the young woman. “Great. Have a good afternoon. Let’s plan to eat dinner together at seven.”

* * *

He knew there really was no reason that Charity couldn’t use the hotel services. While they’d arrived back at the hotel together, it was still unlikely that anyone would readily connect her to Jules. And, even if scumbag Bobby had somehow already wrangled a way out of jail, he wouldn’t know to come to the Periwinkle.

Besides, it wasn’t his job to protect Charity.

But for whatever reason, it seemed as if Charity was important to Jules, and that quite frankly made her important to Royce. Even if she was uneducated, unemployed and not terribly concerned about either.

Not in school, not working. Not impressive. If she intended to shake down Jules for money, he hoped Jules was smarter than that.

While Jules got ready for her meeting and Charity got ready for the pool, Royce made phone calls. The first one was to a trusted contact within the Vegas police department. After their brief conversation, Royce was satisfied that he’d know about Bobby’s release before Bobby would.

The man had had his hands around Jules’s neck. That vision was going to linger in Royce’s brain for a while and it put Bobby on the list of people to watch.

Next he started a background search on Charity. Jules seemed satisfied that their mothers had been friends, so that automatically made Charity a friend. Royce wasn’t so easily convinced. He suspected Jules would be irritated that he’d initiated the background search, but that wasn’t his concern right now.

He was focused on keeping her alive.

When Jules came out of her bedroom, she’d changed out of her casual sweater, skirt and boots to a sapphire-blue suit with a white blouse. She looked crisp and professional, and he knew that when she walked into a room, both the women and the men there would take notice. The women would be a little jealous, secretly wishing they could pull off the same look.

The men—well, that was simple. They’d all want to have her in their beds.

It had gotten him in trouble once before.

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