Carol Ericson - The Hill

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As a P.I., he was used to protecting people. But one beautiful heiress is challenging every move he makes in the conclusion of Carol Ericson's Brody Law miniseries. When P.I. Judd Brody agreed to safeguard socialite London Breck, he expected a fluff gig filled with parties and papparzzi. But the bombshell blonde was nothing like the wild princess he'd seen in the media…and his undeniable attraction to her was as real as the threats to her life. The missteps of London's past didn't compare to the fear she now faced. With her sexy bodyguard by her side, she vowed to confront the conspiracy haunting her family. London couldn't imagine surviving this without Judd. She'd help him get the answers she needed. But she had no intention of watching him walk away once he did….

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“You didn’t drive over here, did you?”

She snorted. “I didn’t want to draw the attention of the paparazzi. So I snuck out and took a taxi.”

“Are you okay riding on the back of a bike?”

Her gaze dropped to his boots. “A motorcycle?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve spent my share of time on the back of motorcycles.”

I’ll bet you have.

“I’ll take you back to your place and have a look around, check out your security and make some notes.”

“Sounds good to me.”

He locked up the office behind them and followed her downstairs to the street, her high heels clicking on the steps. When they got to his Harley, he unlocked the helmet from the side. “You can wear this. If I get pulled over for not wearing a helmet, I can always have my brother Sean fix the ticket for me.”

“Ah, nice to have connections.”

“Just kidding.” He placed the helmet over her head and buckled the strap beneath her chin. “My brother wouldn’t fix a ticket for me or anyone else. Take this, too.” He swung his jacket over her shoulders. The wind would blow right through that low-cut sweater.

She shoved her arms through the sleeves and zipped up the jacket.

He straddled the bike and tilted it to the side. “Hop on. I have a backrest, but you might want to hold on while we’re going uphill so you don’t shift back and forth.”

Placing one hand on his shoulder, she climbed onto his Harley. Her knees touched his thighs and she put her hands on either side of his waist while sitting upright. That erect posture wouldn’t last long once they started going up and down the hills of the city.

He revved the engine and took off from the curb. When the bike jerked forward, her hands clutched his shirt.

As they idled at a red light, she yelled in his ear. “Do you remember where my place is?”

He nodded once. How could he forget? She lived in one of the most exclusive buildings in the city, in an area where the old robber barons used to have their mansions before the earthquake and fire destroyed most of them.

He climbed a hill with a picture-perfect view of the Transamerica building, and London tightened her grip around his waist as she slid back on the seat. As they rolled down the next hill, her body slammed against his.

“Sorry!” The wind snatched her word and carried it away.

As it should. He didn’t need an apology for the pressure of her soft body against his back, her arms wrapped securely around him, the scent of her perfume drugging him. Even her legs tightened against his hips.

He’d have to find another hill to descend.

All too soon he pulled up to the curb in front of her building. He cranked his head over his shoulder. “I’ll let you off here and park between those two cars.”

He steadied the bike as she clambered off, and then he backed into the space.

She was still fussing with the strap on the helmet when he joined her on the sidewalk.

“Let me. It’s a little tricky.” He flicked open the catch with his thumb and pulled the helmet from her head.

She tossed her mane of silver hair, which had escaped from her ponytail, back from her flushed face. “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. That was always my favorite.”

“Was it?” A strand of hair clung to the gloss on her mouth and he brushed it aside, the tip of his finger skimming across the smooth skin of her cheek.

Her chest rose and fell as her tongue swept along her bottom lip. Her half-closed lashes fluttered.

If he ever saw an invitation to a kiss, this ranked right up there with the best of them. Did she taste expensive, too? Like Cristal champagne and succulent strawberries?

The cold, hard cash—or at least the cold, hard check she’d written to him that was waiting in his desk drawer—had him pivoting away from her charms. Planting one boot on the step to her building, he smacked the heavy door to the lobby with the palm of his hand. “This is the first line of defense?”

She blinked. “Uh-huh.”

He tried the door handle and the solid door didn’t budge.

“There’s a code.” She pointed to the silver keypad to the right of the door, which he’d seen her use last night to gain entry.

“Wait.” He held up his hand and started randomly punching buttons on another keypad on the other side of the door.

After several tries, a voice came over the speaker. “Yeah?”

Judd leaned forward. “Forgot my code.”

The door clicked and Judd shook his head at London. “Fail.”

As they stepped into the marble lobby, she pointed to the security guard at the front desk in front of his monitors. “Backup.”

The guard looked up from his magazine and pushed his hat back from his graying hair. “Hello, London.”

“Hey, Griff.” She wedged her hip against the desk. “Griff, this is Judd Brody. I hired him for some extra security, so you’ll be seeing his face around here for a while. Judd, this is Gene Griffin, but we all call him Griff.”

The older man didn’t even rise from his chair, and Judd leaned over to shake his hand. “Retired cop?”

Griff grinned. “That obvious?”

Obvious he’d found himself a cushy job while collecting his pension. “I have a couple of brothers who are cops—it’s just the look.”

He walked behind Griff and hovered over his shoulder. “Why is that monitor dark?”

“Couldn’t tell you. I’m not the tech guy. It’s been reported and someone’s going to come out to work on it.”

“Which area does it cover?”

“The garage, I think.” He slapped his magazine down on the desk and tapped a few keys on the keyboard, which did nothing at all. “Yeah, that’s the garage.”

“What are your shifts here?”

Griff shot a look beneath shaggy eyebrows at London, who lifted one shoulder. “Eight to four, four to midnight, and midnight to eight. It’s twenty-four-hour coverage.”

“Do you ever leave the desk?”

The guard picked up his celebrity magazine and shook it out. “When nature calls, buddy.”

“Lunch? Patrols around the building?”

“Yep.”

“Any coverage when that happens?”

“Nope.”

Judd rapped on the desk with his knuckles. “Thanks for the info, Griff.”

He hadn’t meant to piss off the old guy, but some people took his tone the wrong way. Hell, London had hired him to protect her, not make nice with lazy security guards. The guys on the night shifts had to be better.

As he followed London across the lobby to the elevators, he glanced up at the cameras in the corners—visible and easy to dismantle or block.

London stabbed at the elevator call button and hissed, “Why were you interrogating Griff like that? He’s a good guy.”

“He’s a retired cop who found himself an easy gig where he can sit on his ass and read celebrity rags.”

“Shh.” She put a finger to her lips, her sculpted eyebrows colliding over her nose.

The elevator doors whispered open and he stepped into the mirrored car after London. “Just calling it like it is. I’m here to assess the risks to your security and I just found two of them. You don’t let random strangers into the building just because they buzz your place, do you?”

“No, sir.” She trailed a finger across her left breast. “Cross my heart.”

He dragged his gaze away from her cleavage and backed up against one mirrored wall. “Good, because that’s just stupid. What’s the point of having a coded key entry?”

“No point at all.”

“Are you making fun of me? Because this is serious. This is your security.”

Her smile twitched at one corner. “It’s just that you got all stern on me and poor Griff.”

God, he must’ve come across like his brothers. He folded his arms across his chest. “Just doing my job, ma’am.”

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